Inevitable Food Depression

Why does French food have to be so delicious?

It is really depressing to think that when we leave in just over a week, this yummy food won’t be at literally every cafe on every block of every street. Last night at dinner, Lily brought up that every cafe we have just happened to stop in has had really good food. Picture that in the United States. If you are in an unfamiliar place, you wouldn’t dare stop and eat somewhere without looking up ratings and reviews online first. The only “research” we have done in deciding where to eat, is taking a small peak at the menus posted outside. And honestly, that is only to look at the prices of meals (you know I’m not going to pay 7 euro for a cafe creme when the place right next door sells it, probably just as good because I can’t tell the difference, for 3,20).

I’m not going to lie, I have been kind of over crepes since week one. We ate them again today, and I just know that I made a mistake avoiding them for so long. I may be over them now, but that’s only because you can get them anywhere. As soon as we get home and I don’t have the option to eat crepes every day, I am going to wish I had taken advantage of this beautiful opportunity to explore ALL of the crepes.

My favorite meals have been boeuf bourguignon and pave de boeuf with béarnaise sauce.

The thought of leaving the land of French cuisine for the land of fast food and chain restaurants is hitting me so hard that I have already asked for Julia Child’s cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, for Christmas/my birthday/new apartment house-warming gift/just because I am your favorite child and you missed me while I was gone and I’m moving soon. Keep in mind, I’m asking for this book….and I am kind of a horrible cook.

Let me give you a better idea of my cooking skills. I am able to cook basic things, but when I decided that I would take dinner rolls to Thanksgiving, I practiced six times. For Easter, I wanted to make a gluten free cake. I knew that working with anything gluten free was going to be difficult, so I made the cake from the box….it crumbled in my hands.

My thought process, however, is that my subpar cooking is going to be better than living without.