In any case, I cannot forget about the delectable food! I have to first say this, I wish that the bakeries in my area could create treats and breads even half as good as what we ate over in France! I kid you not, every single boulangerie that we entered was like walking into a pastry-laden dream! Pain aux raisins, pain au chocolats, croissants, tarte aux pommes, meringues, beignets and so on and so on... Every piece was delicately decorated and shaped. I wanted to buy one of everything! Only my lactose intolerance held me back! But oh, how I wanted to try those little cakes, the slices of mouth-watering flan and the custard-topped tarts. Every town seemed to have at least one of these boulangeries and some had multiple ones! In a culture where buying bread daily from your local baker is paramount, it makes sense that each and every ones of these bakeries is central to the life and happiness of its own village or city.
It was something in the air. It was something in the food. It was something in the sunsets. It was a certain je ne sais quoi. It was like returning to a place I had already known before, a certain sense of familiarity hung about me as I walked the cobblestone streets and glanced into the windows of the boulangeries. Sipping a cafe, chewing on a flaky, buttery croissant, and watching the people as they drift on by.
Going to France has spurred my desire to learn how to create delectable pastries and breads, as I write this I have four loaves of French bread rising in the kitchen. Tomorrow morning I hope to bake them and have some fresh baked bread alongside an omelet! Next project? Making the perfect, flaky croissant!
Bonne nuit!
- Night Owl
Bonne nuit!
- Night Owl

