All my favorite food bloggers have been to Paris this month. Sigh. While I am incredibly happy for them, I am so sad for me. I have never been to Paris. Well, once, when I was 5 and it was only the airport, a lay-over on our trip to Israel. I clearly remember changing clothes in the airport, between two towels held up by my parents. That’s it. That’s my Paris memory.
What were we eating while everyone else was out gallivanting across the French countryside? This:
It wasn’t French food but it was tasty. I could almost pretend that I was away someplace exotic.
At least I have these two to make me smile (they’re better than France, really. But not nearly as delicious.):
Coming up (when I have time) a birthday dinner, some family food memories and meatballs. Stay tuned!