"1. Mes 4 Croissants
Poppin’ fraîche has gone global and even with over 1200 bakeries in Paris, why would anyone bother walk all the way across the street to get a fresh, buttery croissant in the morning, that only costs 90 centimes, when you can simply unroll a package of doughy crescents and never slip out of that comfy peignoir de bain? For all you lazy types out there, I took a bullet for you and tried them out.
And speaking of taking bullets, when I peeled back the first layer of the package, the dough exploded with a startlingly loud pop, which so shocked me that I jumped as the dough quickly expanded as it burst from its tight confines. I almost had a crise cardiaque."
This is exactly why, whenever we have Crescent Rolls, I have to open the tube-- H has a heart attack every time! We eat them because the Bunnery closes long before dinner and is a mile and a half from our house, and there's nothing closer. No bakery, no breadshop.* But why, oh, why would anyone bother to eat them in France?
I could very easily go on a tangent here about how gross American exported culture is and how we're slowly killing the world, but that's already Jaime Oliver's platform and he does it better than me. Suffice it to say that I pretty much agree, and that I'm trying to find ways to avoid falling into the bad-food trap. Every time I haul myself back on the eating-well wagon (I refuse to say "diet wagon" because that sounds too much like a little death of a bad sort), I'm more convinced that it's almost impossible to be healthy in this country. And it only enforces my basic urge to move somewhere else.
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* If they really want to reinitialize our neighborhood, the Council should encourage things like bakeries to move into the old, empty shopfronts, and make it easy for them to offer lower prices than the supermarket, which is ages away anyway.
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