this is an ode to the food in nice, which is SO GOOD and about an hour after i finish eating i can't wait to eat again. this is a post to make you jealous of me eating french food. what you should not be jealous of, though, are my sunburned shoulders, blisters on my heels, and the fact that i understand approximately 0.1% of what is said to me. but the food...
yesterday for breakfast i had bread and peach jam, bread and nutella (it is totally acceptable to put nutella (chocolate hazelnut spread) on your bread at breakfast - on the kellogg's cornflakes box here, it shows bread and nutella as being part of a balanced breakfast. YES!), tea, juice, and apricot yogurt. the yogurt is a little yucky if you look at it, so i don't. it tastes great - a little tarter than american yogurt, but that's fine with me.
for lunch gerard and i went to a little restaurant in old nice (the "historic district," i guess), and had salads with goat cheese and honey and pine nuts and tomatoes. the salad was so beautiful that we took pictures. that is how obsessed with the food i am. we also had kronsberg (spelling?) beers, because it is totally acceptable to drink alcohol at both lunch and dinner. beer is about the same price as a coke, so it is economically feasible as well. this is what i'm telling myself.
for dinner, madame kurzenne invited a former boarder of hers, flavia, to eat with madame, patricia, and i. flavia is german, and fluent in english and french, but she tried to speak a lot of french to me. i understood a fair amount of it. well, really, i just make up stories to go with the vocabulary words that i know that i hear people say. so the reality may be different from what i heard in the parts i sort of understood. madame made soup for us, and it sounded like she called it "pea stew." this could mean it was actually pea stew (which it sort of was) or that she said something in french that i didn't understand. whatever. it was soup with carrots, green beans, peas, pinto beans, and little noodles in it, and she made pesto to put on top. pesto on this soup = good. because they have tiny refrigerators, you're supposed to finish everything on the table, which is a little different for me. so we all had seconds of the soup to finish the bowl, even though i was really fine with one bowl. they had some weird looking meat, and i had rice and this sauteed vegetable that i have never seen before. it looks like a zucchini, but has no seeds inside and tastes a little different. then we had goat cheese and bread, and then ice cream pops that she calls "eskimos." we eat dinner late - from 9 to 11 or so - and so i went to bed immediately after dinner. eating is hard work.
miss you all! hope you're doing well!
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
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Hi Claire,
Well, *of course* you should write to us about food. We all believe that France has the finest food in the world and are insanely jealous that you get to eat it and we don't. While driving from the hinterlands to Phoenix to catch a plain home this morning, I had an egg McMuffin. So there.
The French beer I recall was Kronenbourg, made in Alsace. Very hops-sy; good thirst quencher. My advice: stick with beer and wine, and avoid the yellow, anise -
flavored liqueur that the old men playing boules in the small parks will be drinking in the late afternoon.
Enjoy!
Mark
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