I have to make an admission that those of you know me need not read. I am a picky eater. Really picky. Strain my plain spaghetti sauce because even the little pieces of onion are considered “too chunky” picky. I don’t eat any kind of seafood because fish grosses me out. (same for Garbanzo beans) I don’t eat any kind of peanuts but I will eat smooth peanut butter. I cut every visible bit of fat off my skinless, boneless chicken breasts, and cut out anything else that looks suspicious.
So it will be no surprise that I wasn’t bowled over by the food in France. When I first arrived, I ate Croque Monsieur and omelets for days, despite the fact that I am not a huge fan of ham. I will say that from what I tasted, ham in France is much better than ham in the United States. But after a few days I got tired of it. Bacon is different there too, so I didn’t eat any bacon at all for the 45 days I was there. Now I know how Jesus felt in the desert. (Kidding!)
I never tried escargot, frog legs, nicoise salad, duck, a l’orange or otherwise, fois gras, quenelle, or ratatouille. I did eat plenty of pain au chocolat. In fact, I am a connoisseur of pain au chocolat. I also ate plenty of baguettes, and I totally understand how one can walk 4 or more blocks out of their way to buy a stick of bread at a certain bakery, despite walking by hundreds of other sticks of bread on the way. Towards the end of my trip, I was eating cheese, baguettes, chocolate, and grapes almost exclusively. Washed down with cheap wine. I tried buying relatively expensive (to me) wines but the difference in taste wasn’t worth the expense. I’m pretty easy to please regarding wine. If it’s white, there a 99.5% chance I’ll like it. I tried to eat a variety of cheeses, but kept going back to the same ones, Cantal, Emmental, Parmesan, and Mozzarella.
Here are some pictures of things I ate, as well as many of the foods on display, some of which I ate too, especially the pastries.
First up, street food, which runs right into pastries because WordPress is not cooperating with me:
My usual picnic fare:
I have to mention the wine. It accompanied almost every lunch and dinner, and many times was the only thing I ordered.
No wonder I came home 14 pounds heavier than when I left. I’m surprised the airline didn’t charge me extra baggage fees!