Since arriving back in the Motherland, I have been a little cold-hearted with regards to the food of La Belle France. The fact of the matter is that the last time I was able to come to France, I gained 15 kG, which is over 22 pounds. Call me crazy, but that's a horrifying number that I do not wish to deal with when I return aux Etats-Unis. Hence the reason I have been frightened to divulge back into the joie de vivre of French food and alcohol. I realize this has slightly taken way from the experience. In fact, to date, I have missed out on a Turkish Kebab, 2 Crepes, 3 Ice Creams, and several types of delicious chocolate and caramel. (The more I read this, the more I want to pat myself on the back for my self-control... pretty impressive.)
Yesterday afternoon while on free-time on Strasbourg, I walked around with Emily and Kato and we basically just enjoyed the great weather and frenchitude of Strasbourg. The larger contingency of our group went and ate Indian food, which I found appalling. But c'est la vie.
Restraining myself from enjoying the delicious Galette and Crepes that Emily and Kato decided to eat, I headed over to the local sketchy Eastern European supermarket, to find myself a delicious Diet Coke. Shocked that I only had to pay 50 cents in Euros for a 2 Liter gigundo Coca_Cola Light, it was only then that I read the ingredients. They were written in some sort of Slavic language, as we laughed imaging my Coke was a Communist. Oh nerds...
The problem is that while I drank away at my Communist Cola, Emily and Kato sat across me deliciously savoring the French's finest food. I could not even halt the growling of my stomach and the temptation to nab a bite of the Nutella Crepe. But I had one of those surreal moments when just when I began to reach over and grab a forkful of ooey gooey chocolate, this obese tourist couple waddled by, panting like Dogs. I took it as a sign.
After lunch, on our way back to the Cathedral for the tour of the Crypts, Kato stopped and asked if could get one of those weird little cookie and creme type things she had seen in the windows of all the dessert shops. I was not sure I understood what she was talking about until we were in the classical bakery in France, pourng over the glass case of Macarons. All will power was lost right then an there.
The three of us returned to the rest of the group in front of the great Cathedral. Emily, Kato, and I totted our fabulous Macaroons as we came upon the group. "Julie your eating!" exclaimed Sally. Oh yes- I was eating food from the land of the best food in the world. My heart was melting a little with each and every delicious bite. Oh yes- I was home in France.
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