I must confess: as much as I love and gush about the food here, sometimes I feel like I’m in a rut. There are only so many Cojean sandwiches, chevre chaud salads and pain au raisin a girl can eat.
I know it’s mostly my fault; I gravitate towards the same things. But it’s also an adjustment to a reliance on the same ingredients (tomatoes! tuna! chicken!) and the inability to delve deep into exotic ingredients for fear of eating cow tongue or pigs feet by accident. (Note to self: langue de vache = cow tongue; pigs feet = pieds de cochon).
So it was after lunch today, I was craving something more than the poulet sandwich I had grabbed, but didn’t want (another) yogurt or pastry. So I stopped by a little chocolatier/boulangerie and got a fruit salad.
Wow.
It had your basic apple, watermelon, kiwi and orange. But, the juice was infused with vanilla. It was so velvety and sweet—it gave the humble fruit the most unexpected and delicious layer. It was the best way to get a hit of vitamins and also satisfy my craving for something new.
Great post. I lived in Korea so I know what you mean about having to move outside of your comfort zone with food.
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