Some food photos from Paris

All this blogging about food made me dig up some of my pictures from our trip to Paris.

The picture of the bottle of water is from the cafe in the Versailles palace. This sparkling water is ‘Chateldon’ and if you look closely, has the image of the Sun on the bottle cap. That’s because, King Louis XIV, drank only this water, which came from the mountains in the volcanic Auvergne region of France. As regards the taste, well, it was carbonated water after all. Though it did seem smoother than Perrier or San Pellegrino, maybe it was just psychological.

The dessert is also from the cafe at Versailles. Fresh berries, full of tang, offset by the rich, creamy custard.

If ever in Paris, you have to eat the roadside crepes. With or without nutella, it will make you want to dance. We satisfied our crepe craving when we visited the Sacre Coeur, in the lovely Montmartre district. Hot crepes on a cold and windy evening.

It is a joy to watch Parisians shop for groceries. They tend not to buy from large supermarkets. Most Parisians are loyal to a their vendors. This ensures that they get the best produce. Watching them buy fruit by the roadside, feeling for the softness of the pears, smelling the apples, checking their ripeness is a joy.

Also, if you’re on a diet, try to keep your eyes closed while walking around. You’ll pass by a patisserie more often than not and their meticulously baked croissants, bread, pastries are sure to lure you in. Closing your eyes may not help because the smell of freshly baked bread is quite irresistible.

Also, I’ve always had avocado in a salad or as guacamole. This is the first time I had guacamole as dinner by itself. Surgically cut into perfect halves, with the pit removed, you drizzle some olive oil over the avocado, scoop out the innards with a spoon and let it melt in your mouth. Tastes like butter.

Oh oh, I’m hungry now.







Look what Mom got!

My folks just got back from their summer holiday in Europe. They went to Austria, Prague, Amsterdam and Paris.

Paris. What a beautiful city. Just being in Paris makes you feel more cultured. Parisians live well. By living well, I’m not implying that they have an extravagant lifestyle. But Parisians spend their money on quality products. Seldom shall you see a Parisian throw away money, however little, on a factory made product. They like their things hand-made and elegantly designed.

So, Mom brings us a box of macarons (macaroons) from Laduree in Paris. Monsieur Laduree was the man who created the macaron in Paris in the early 1900s. Mom got us a box of assorted ones, lemon, green apple, chocolate, pistachio and my favourite, Caramel. A bite of the caramel macaron can transport you to gastronomical heaven. You’re at once bombarded by the soft sweetness of the caramel ensconced in the two chewy halves with a slight salty aftertaste. Magical.

She also got us Rose petal jam. From a place called ‘Au nom de la rose’, meaning ‘In the name of the rose’. I haven’t had the time to try it yet. It’s wrapped so beautifully, I don’t feel like opening it. They wrapped the jar in a green tissue, put it in a lovely bag with rose petals and also put in a long stemmed white rose in the bag. Who does that? It’s the experience that takes your breath away.

Also, my wife is a big fan of mustard. So, there was also some Dijon mustard for her. She didn’t seem too interested in the mustard though, she was too busy admiring her gift from a certain LV store on the Champs Elysees.

There’s also some citrus dessert thing which also I haven’t tried. I will be sure to write about that too, if it is good.

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