Autumn’s Adventures


Le fromage like whoa
January 12, 2010, 6:25 am
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Today we got a late start but I still ate croissants for breakfast.  This time I drank coffee from a bowl instead of a mug.  Before Nathalie poured the coffee into the bowl I thought it was going to be used for our fruit so I went to go get us some mugs and she said “we already have the mugs on the table”.  I was confused so I asked her why we would be drinking coffee from a bowl and she said, “I dunno, I suppose it is big enough for dipping the croissants in.”  There you have it.

For lunch Nath’s father brought out 8 different kinds of cheeses and fresh bread.  He said “I hope you don’t mind, we are only eating cheese for lunch.”  I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a wonderful thing in my life.  He told me there were over 300 different kinds of cheeses in France alone so I had a lot more to try on this trip.  We started with the goat cheeses then worked around to the hard cheeses and we ended with the brie and roquefort.  What a perfect melody of flavors and a perfect lunch.

For dessert we ate a special cake called la galette (three king’s cake) made of almond flour, eggs and other magical ingredients.  It had a trinket or la fève in the center and whoever found the charm was king for the day and got to wear the crown.  Nath’s mother was the “king”.  In tradition, the youngest person in the house has to climb under the table and call out the people who get cake and where to put it.  Baptiste was the lucky youngin’ under the table this time.  The cake’s center was a custard-like filling called frangipane and it was so moist and rich and delicious (of course it was delicious, everything I’ve tasted has been delicious. I need to consult my thesaurus for more variety to describe this wonderful food).  I am going to get the recipe from Nath’s father so I can make a paleo version of this rockin’ cake.

In the afternoon we headed to Nath’s grandparents house to chat with them. They were the loveliest little grandparents I’d ever met and they had the coolest tree wall mural that reminded me of my name and of fall in New York.  They were so excited to tell me all about Florida and showed me their USA souvenirs like a russel stover’s valentine’s heart box and a US flag and an air force baseball cap.  Her grandfather was a pilot so that explained the air force cap enthusiasm.  We looked at photos from their trips to the US and they told me they went up in the twin towers top floor in January before the terrorist attacks.

They also showed me a photo of the previous owner of their house along with a star of david patch that was from the Holocaust.  They said that the woman escaped and abandoned the house only leaving a photo of herself and the star of david behind.  I couldn’t believe I was holding a piece of history in my hands, let alone a history so horrible and sad.  After watching Inglorious Basterds last night, it was strange to be seeing evidence of the real war right in front of me.  I was emotionally stirred by the whole thing.

After leaving her grandparent’s house we went to her cousin’s house and played with his two sons who were 4 and 1 years old.  I played the wii with the 4 year old until my arms felt like they would fall off.  I love the friggen wii.

That night we went to dinner at a chinese restaurant with her brother, his girlfriend and Nath’s friend Jess.  I tried Leiche for the first time and it was really delicious.  After Chinese we went to a house party for the birthday party of Nath’s two cousins.  The apartment was cute and small and full of frenchies.  Most of the artwork on the wall was a tribute to NYC which I was happy to see.  Once people found out I spoke English everyone wanted to practice with me.  When the party got too crowded the owner started kicking everyone out so we left and went to another friend’s house in the city and did tequila shots.  The funniest thing I saw in their apartment was this.  Oh what a night.

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Le fromage like whoa
January 12, 2010, 6:25 am
Filed under: Travel | Tags: , , , , , ,

Today we got a late start but I still ate croissants for breakfast.  This time I drank coffee from a bowl instead of a mug.  Before Nathalie poured the coffee into the bowl I thought it was going to be used for our fruit so I went to go get us some mugs and she said “we already have the mugs on the table”.  I was confused so I asked her why we would be drinking coffee from a bowl and she said, “I dunno, I suppose it is big enough for dipping the croissants in.”  There you have it.

For lunch Nath’s father brought out 8 different kinds of cheeses and fresh bread.  He said “I hope you don’t mind, we are only eating cheese for lunch.”  I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a wonderful thing in my life.  He told me there were over 300 different kinds of cheeses in France alone so I had a lot more to try on this trip.  We started with the goat cheeses then worked around to the hard cheeses and we ended with the brie and roquefort.  What a perfect melody of flavors and a perfect lunch.

For dessert we ate a special cake called la galette (three king’s cake) made of almond flour, eggs and other magical ingredients.  It had a trinket or la fève in the center and whoever found the charm was king for the day and got to wear the crown.  Nath’s mother was the “king”.  In tradition, the youngest person in the house has to climb under the table and call out the people who get cake and where to put it.  Baptiste was the lucky youngin’ under the table this time.  The cake’s center was a custard-like filling called frangipane and it was so moist and rich and delicious (of course it was delicious, everything I’ve tasted has been delicious. I need to consult my thesaurus for more variety to describe this wonderful food).  I am going to get the recipe from Nath’s father so I can make a paleo version of this rockin’ cake.

In the afternoon we headed to Nath’s grandparents house to chat with them. They were the loveliest little grandparents I’d ever met and they had the coolest tree wall mural that reminded me of my name and of fall in New York.  They were so excited to tell me all about Florida and showed me their USA souvenirs like a russel stover’s valentine’s heart box and a US flag and an air force baseball cap.  Her grandfather was a pilot so that explained the air force cap enthusiasm.  We looked at photos from their trips to the US and they told me they went up in the twin towers top floor in January before the terrorist attacks.

They also showed me a photo of the previous owner of their house along with a star of david patch that was from the Holocaust.  They said that the woman escaped and abandoned the house only leaving a photo of herself and the star of david behind.  I couldn’t believe I was holding a piece of history in my hands, let alone a history so horrible and sad.  After watching Inglorious Basterds last night, it was strange to be seeing evidence of the real war right in front of me.  I was emotionally stirred by the whole thing.

After leaving her grandparent’s house we went to her cousin’s house and played with his two sons who were 4 and 1 years old.  I played the wii with the 4 year old until my arms felt like they would fall off.  I love the friggen wii.

That night we went to dinner at a chinese restaurant with her brother, his girlfriend and Nath’s friend Jess.  I tried Leiche for the first time and it was really delicious.  After Chinese we went to a house party for the birthday party of Nath’s two cousins.  The apartment was cute and small and full of frenchies.  Most of the artwork on the wall was a tribute to NYC which I was happy to see.  Once people found out I spoke English everyone wanted to practice with me.  When the party got too crowded the owner started kicking everyone out so we left and went to another friend’s house in the city and did tequila shots.  The funniest thing I saw in their apartment was this.  Oh what a night.


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