I’m not much of a foodie. Really, give me some spaghetti bolognese and I’m a happy camper. But while in Paris, my boyfriend and I decided to book a reservation at a One Michelin star restaurant to see if all the hype about French food is real.
Dear Reader, it is.
The night started out a little tense. The restaurant was intimate and beautifully designed. But I was so nervous! I’m not a cave woman, but I am also not particularly well-versed in the art of fine dining. There were many, many forks to contend with and we were by far the youngest people there.
It was a four course meal, and once they poured the starter champagnes, I began to relax and enjoy myself. First of all, the servers were so professional. They attended to and anticipated every one of our needs (Bf and I joked that if we started crying they would silently wipe away our tears!).
Each course was paired with a wine of their choosing. We started off with a potato and leak soup. The presentation was gorgeous! The portion sizes looked small to my american brain at first, but they were surprisingly filling. Bravo, France. Bravo.
Then we had a beet salad with a mysteriously delicious dressing followed by roasted vegetables.
Next came the main course: veal with potatoes in a creamy yellow sauce that blew my provincial mind!
But it didn’t stop there. Oh no. The cheese plate followed, then some sorbet to cleanse the palate before the chocolate soufflé finale!
I didn’t realize what a difference it makes to slow down and intentionally taste your food. Because I was in no rush, I savored every bite. I tried to dissect the flavors at play and actually think about what I was putting in my body.
I know it’s not realistic to eat this nice every meal (unless I strike it rich as a writer…), but I am going to try to apply the same principal of intentional tasting from here on out.
Thank you, Paris, for teaching me how to taste my food! It only took 23 years. Better late than never.
A wonderful trip with my boy! A few photos to capture many, many special moments. The last one in particular is dear to me- we were able to visit my childhood friend Jessie, who is living in Madrid, and have dinner (and wine!) together. I will remember these times always 🙂
One visit just wasn’t enough. I will definitely have to return again while I’m living in Germany next year.
“When good Americans die, they go to Paris.” –Oscar Wilde
Happy weekend friends! My heart is simultaneously light and heavy- is that even possible? It is light because last night was my sorority formal, and I had so much fun with my date and various friends! We took pictures at a beautiful location here in Malibu, then headed to a mansion in Hollywood right next to the Griffith Observatory (I’ve been there twice this week technically haha) to dance up a storm. But it is heavy because of the tragedies in Paris on Friday. I fell head over heels in love with Paris when I visited last November, and am deeply saddened to see the people of that great city in such pain. As a member of the world community, I am looking for ways to show my support and sympathy.
Below are a few pictures from formal if you’d like to see. What are your plans for the next two days? Have a great weekend friends!
Just as I did not fully comprehend the significance of the Berlin Wall until I visited Berlin, I did not fully comprehend the magnitude of the D-Day invasion during WW II until I visited Normandy. I knew from the second I left Paris that I wanted to visit France again. So, my friends and I began scheming about places, and we decided on the Normandy coast line, as well as a day trip to the Monastery-island of Mont St. Michel.
Friday morning rolled around, and we hoped on a train to Caen, the largest city near the beaches. When we arrived, without skipping a beat, we picked up a nine-passenger van we’d rented, and drove the hour and a half to Mont St. Michael to catch the sunset. And boy let me tell you, it was worth it. Although it was freezing and windy, I could have stood staring at it forever. Legend has it, the archangel Michael visited a french bishop in a dream and instructed him to build a house of God on the island. It has served as a source of inspiration ever since, and even inspired the castles in the Disney films, “Tangled” and, “The Little Mermaid.” I fell in love with the unique site, and am so glad to be able to cross it off my abroad bucket list.
The next morning we woke up bright and early and drove to Omaha beach, one of the sights of the American invasion. As I walked along the wind-swept shore, I couldn’t help but imagine the thousands of young men in boats on their way towards an uncertain future. Most of them were not much older than me at the time, yet they were about to partake in one of the brutalist battles in history.
My dad, a self-proclaimed history buff, would have loved this trip. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, so I wrote his name in the sand!
Next, we hoped on over to the American cemetery, where the majority of deceased D-Day soldiers are buried. The museum is incredibly well done, and I enjoyed walking the grounds. It was a sobering experience, to say the least. It astounds me that people can be convinced to give their lives for other people. Bravery and courage emanated from every tomb stone.
Lastly, we visited Utah beach, another American landing site. One of the main reasons the Allied powers won the battle was because of sheer numbers. They had everything going against them- yet somehow they were able to turn the tides of war. The landscape of Utah beach reminded me of the east coast, particularly North Carolina.
All in all, an incredible, educational, and down right fun weekend. This trip is definitely worth while, and I hope I can return one day with my family. Stay tuned for a video of the trip, coming soon to a
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