The food here may kill me. I mean, yeah I'm in France, but it's nothing more than summer camp food.
Weird, French summer camp food.
Blech.
Like cold canned vegetables eaten with mayonaise. Or weird animal that I swear had to be rabbit. Or strange little white root vegetable that was not a turnip or parsnip.
Occasionally we're fortunate enough to have something pretty delicious for dessert like eclairs or cream puffs, for example. These delightful treats made me realize how much I need to make some pate chaux when I get home. Either for dessert or with cheese and herps for something savory, I must perfect this really simple pastry dough.
Also, if I hadn't mentioned it, I'm going to start making my own bread. I figure if I want to eat it, I had better learn how to make it. I'd like to work up to a heart french loaf studded with kalmata olives and feta cheese.
More thoughts to come later...
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