“When I got to France I realized I didn’t know very much about food at all…” – Julia Child
My husband and I recently went on our honeymoon, after being married for 2 and 1/2 years. I think we should probably go on another “honeymoon” in a few years. And just keep doing that until we’re so old that we just stay home and star in Swiffer commercials (seriously, have you seen this? Adorable!) The first food we ate in France, as we strolled the streets in the grey drizzle, was un bretzel — a pretzel. Warm, salty, chewy — the perfect answer to the rain soaking my feet and chilling me to the bone.
I’ve been away and it has taken me awhile to get back to you all at 5 to 9 — jetlag, overflowing suitcases littering the floor, and a huge project at work have kept me…well, tired. My fire extinguished a bit and I plan to get it back, one post at a time. So today, I will show you a few pictures from our amazing, romantic, and rainy adventures in Paris. Recipes will come. Soon. And maybe some more pictures. Bon apetit!
What has been YOUR most memorable or inspiring trip? Was it far away? Just down the road? What did you eat? What did you do?
Au revoir for now!