Posts tagged Macarons
Posts tagged Macarons
I love food. It’s no secret. I love to eat it, cook it, read about it and obsess over new food shows. While in Paris, I made sure I tried many of the staples of Paris. The first meal I had was onion soup, which was obviously French because I was in France! I loved it, as much as I love it in the states. For dinner the first night, I had spaghetti boulognaise. This meal was the first meal that made me think of home comfort food. I was quite pleased.
The second day started with a simple, yet delicious breakfast. We ate at Le Petite Pont and had a breakfast special, which included a cappuccino, orange juice, water, a toasted baguette, butter and jam. It was seriously so simple, yet so tasteful. I also realized I enjoy apricot jam. With a start like that to the day, what more does a girl need? For lunch, which we usually eat around 2 or 3pm, we ate at Deuville on Champs de Eleysse. Here we had savory crepes (Salt) with ham, cheese and a sunny side up egg on top. I’m not sure what the deal is with the French and ham and eggs, but it is a fantastic combination. I was so pleased with my menu selection. Finally, day two ended with a bowl of vegetable soup. In Paris, I only saw two types of soup on every menu: onion or vegetable. I didn’t mind it, but I wondered where the seasonal squash soups were hiding!
Day three started strangely. We woke up late because we were exhausted, and when we went to look for a place to grab a quick breakfast, no where seemed to be open or offering food. It was so strange, but mom walked into this tiny shop where an elderly lady was bar tending at 11am. She didn’t understand English so mom was doing baby sign language to tell her we wanted to eat. After funny signals and a man at the bar translating a bit, we were given the best cup of coffee we had and a baguette loaded with butter. This woman must have been competing with Paula Dean for the World’s Biggest Butter Lover. It was delicious but definitely not nutritious. For lunch we had soup at the organic shop. Mom and I have been trying to eat a bowl of soup a day. Not sure how this started, but it’s been working out nicely. As I mentioned in an earlier letter, on our last full day, we devoured French Macarons before dinner. I googled a recipe and will be attempting to make them for Christmas this year. For dinner, we ate at a place right near our hotel and had Beef Burgundy. It was so good, I could taste the French wine in each carrot. The meal also came with a dessert, so I ordered a personal favorite, Creme brûlée. Magnific!
Overall, I enjoyed the French cuisine. I didn’t have a chance to try their unique ice cream, but it was far to cold to enjoy such a treat. I’d like to say NEXT TIME, and see where that lands me!
All the best,
After an exhausting day two, day three was more relaxed and mom and I had less on our agenda. We started off with an interesting breakfast (more to come in my food de Paris letter), and then we found the Holocaust Memorial Museum (sorry, more to come soon).
After a heavy morning, we decided to try the bus system. First of all, it isn’t too difficult to understand and it is affordable and warm! We rode up towards Sacre Coure Cathedral. Once in the general area, we walked around a bit. Word to those traveling with children - this area is filled with naughty stores and the giant Moulin Rouge venue/ windmill. I don’t feel like spoiling a nice letter with immodesty, so I hope you catch my drift. You can certainly avoid these street by heading straight to the Cathedral (read the map before you arrive and plan accordingly).
Mom and I were looking for the traditional Dutch Windmill, and after a hike up a hill, we found not one, but two Dutch Windmills! Mom was thrilled and it was pretty neat to see them outside at round of putt-putt golf. A shift to the east was the village of Montemartre. Here there are many artists with their version of the Parisian scenery and restaurants. Further up was Sacre Coure. The view was spectacular, and I could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
We headed down the back of the mountain, which was both dangerous and painful on mom and I’s bad knees. However, we made it safely and dined at an organic shop. We found a bus back to our hotel and pondered how we would spend our last evening. Mom had told me of these traditional French delicacies, Macarons, that melt in your mouth. Of course, we decided we needed to have them immediately. We put on our warm layers and headed out to find the best looking ones. We found them and brought them back to the hotel room. They were gone in less than ten minutes. We cut them with a coffee stirrer so we could try each flavor and then marveled over them. Of course, the foodie in me knew that this could not be our dinner for the day, so we went back out to find a French cuisine place.
After a great meal, which even mom relished over, we tried to find a boat tour of Paris. It was about 7:30pm, and many of the regular places were closed. We did not want to give up because this had been on our to-do list, and it was a clear night. Finally, after walking a decent distance, we found the tour at Pont-Nuef. It was an hour tour and it was very informative. It was also nice to see the city lit up.
It was hard to believe the trip was over and the next day would be spent traveling back to the train station and to London. I was excited to be back in an English speaking country and in a bed of my own with no noisy neighbors, but once again I learned a lot of history, from another point of view while in Paris.
All the best,