In Paris I walked 15-30,700 steps every day- and didn't my feet and legs know it? A marathon of sorts I suppose.
But I ate astonishing things. And didn't hold back. Sometimes, just to be good, I ate leaves and dust too. Naturally it was Paris style, and it was amazing.
I adapted my typical Curves Complete breakfast for Paris. At home I have 150gm plain Greek yoghurt, some fruit (a small banana or 100gm berries most often), and 25gm muesli. In Paris I had to adapt and cope with rhubarb and rose yoghurt, or lemon sheep yoghurt, or lychee. And top it with Pierre Herme's Ispahan Granola.
|Tough, but someone has to eat it|
|Sometimes though the yoghurt was|
confiture de lait with English granola
I'm moderately intrigued by the French love affair with radishes. So on a visit to the incredible Le Comptoir in St Germain (9 Carrefour de l'Odeon, 75006, arrive early for lunch to avoid the queue, although it is worth waiting, some dinners are booked out months in advance), I ordered the Radis Beurre a Notre Facon (Radish Butter done our way) knowing that butter, radish and salt was a classic combination. I wasn't expecting this, however:
But it was Absolutely Incredible. The brown dust was cocoa! Under the dust layer was a delicious green sauce, apparently a blend of radish tops, butter and cream. A sensational entree, and all for a meagre 6 euros.
I backed it up with the most expensive dish on the lunch menu, the sensational lobster salad. Soft, sweet, luscious lobster.
It seems I like a salmon salad. But I did know that already.
|Salmon Tartare at Paris, London|
|Salmon agrum salad in Fontainebleau|
an incredible day excursion with ParisBreakfast
|Salad Composee at Sip Babylone|
Although not every salad was salmon.
|Salad Campagnarde at Sip Babylone|
More mache, roqueforte and poached eggs
There may have been any number of warm goats cheese salads too, but I suspect that they don't quite qualify as leaves and dust.
|Dreaming of France is a wonderful Monday meme |
from Paulita at An Accidental Blog