
Although I was trying out a new hairstyle, feeling pretty stylish, and wearing my leather jacket because it was absolutely luuuurvely outside, today still sucked marginally compared to other days of the week. Being inside staring at the FINALLY blue sky and smelling cigarette smoke wafting into the window (it is France after all, no fresh-cut grass smell for me) makes me quite depressed. So I decided that despite my overindulgence in Paris (baguettes) I would treat myself to a pastry. It's Wednesday, after all. I also really wanted to go outside instead of aimlessly wandering around the hallways like I normally do during the awkward break I have between classes. So I hopped out of my seat as soon as our professor started to say goodbye (I'd already rudely put on my jacket) and ran to the boulangerie. I found a new, more French place than the last one I'd been to, it was called the "Fournil Lumiere." I saved the bag like a dork.
I instantly gravitated towards the tarts. This was a tart kind of day. I was slightly overwhelmed by the selection, until I saw a brown one with nuts on top. Without even reading the label, I decided that I would have to try it. Brown meant it was either chocolate, or caramel, both of which I would be okay with. It turned out to be caramel and walnuts, like a really sophisticated candy bar. It was perfect. I couldn't contain my excitement walking back, and since I had been walking so fast, I got to class 15 minutes early. I plopped down on the floor outside the room (French girls NEVER sit on the floor, but this was an urgent situation) and broke off a little piece of the crust, before realizing I should probably take a picture. The quality of the photo is explained by the fact that it was taken on a phone camera by someone I barely know and isn't really good at focusing their camera, apparently. And it was probably 300 million times more delicious than it looks in the picture. It tasted like really rich, thick, homemade caramel with walnuts in it, in a tart. Basically what it was, and everything I'd hoped it would be. Dreams = came true.
YUM!!!
ReplyDeleteIn Europe, sitting on the floor apparently makes you sterile, at least that is what I have been told in several places. You will also find that somehow cold makes you sick, too. (From Jeff Vick, Barbara Longhurst's husband)
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