Woo! New media! This is long overdue but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.
LAW, the very best director I know and my very best eating partner, put this video together for me from our November Paris trip. I’m thinking of doing more of these if people like them – so let me know!
On our last day in Paris, before our afternoon flight, we got up early and checked out the Marche d’Aligre, one of the more traditional and popular outdoor markets in Paris. Imagine walking through tight rows of vendors yelling a slur of French words at you that have something to do with the beautiful fresh fruits and vegetables that they are selling. Bunches of bulbous grapes ranging from soft yellow to deep purple, bright red tomatoes bursting with juice, creamy avocados cut open with slices to sample… god it’s beautiful. Unlike the farmers’ markets in NYC, the produce at this marche were just glowing with freshness. I felt like I could taste the tomatoes by just looking at them. The lively environment with local frenchies hustling and bustling about for their week’s groceries also added to the fun. After we wandered around and didn’t buy anything (I so wish we had come on day 1… I would’ve gotten so many fruits), we hopped on over to a cafe for lunch. I can’t remember the name of the cafe but I’m sure I have it written down somewhere and will update when I find out.
I had the Croque-Madame, which is simply a croque-monsieur (grilled toast with ham and cheese) with an egg on top. Though it looked very pretty, the toast was a bit overtoasted and so lost the soft chewy center of great bread. The whole thing just tasted like crust. Ham was very mediocre quality (like packaged sandwich ham), unlike most of the amazing cured jambon’s we had at other places. Sorry to ruin the photo for you guys. Continue reading →
I know. I’ve been terrible. I’ve had a crazy month filled with lots of work, lots of studying, and lots of writing (clearly not about food). Somewhere in the midst of all that, I was able to squeeze in a one week trip to Paris with LAW. But now I’m back, and determined to get back on schedule. I’ve been in the city for over a week now and the one thing I miss from Paris the most is their baguettes. We had a full baguette for breakfast every morning, along with a croissant and a pain au chocolat. Every. Single. Morning. I learned that not every boulangerie has amazing pastries. You have to go to the ones that are packed in the morning and where the bread is constantly coming out of the oven. If you’re lucky, you’ll get a crusty, warm, springy baguette… I distinctly remember my first great baguette in Paris. We were walking along next to the Montparnasse cemetery and I took a bite out of a piping hot baguette we had just gotten off of Rue Daguerre.The crust made that amazing crackle sound every bite I took. Delicious.