Oo-la-la! Rethinking Lunch in France
Dear Rudy,
A few weeks ago, you requested some eye-opening experiences. I have one that
just happened to me three weeks ago.
I just got back from 10 days in France with my kids, ages 1 and 3. We
stopped for lunch at the airport. I ordered a ham-and-cheese sandwich. When
my lunch came, I made a face because it was just french bread with one
lonely slice of ham and a piece of cheese. Being an American, I've grown
accustomed to those overstuffed sandwiches oozing with everything.
I took one bite of my lunch, and I was amazed by how delicious it was. The
bread! It was the bread. I realized I didn't need all the stuffings. Great
bread makes a great sandwich.
Restaurants here seem to mask the blandness of their food by making meals so
overdone and over the top, you don't notice they have no taste. With
sandwiches, for example, if you start with great bread, you don't miss the
heaps of meat, cheese and fat.
My French lunch was a real eye-opener for me. Now that I'm back, I can't eat
a sandwich without being disappointed in the bread.
Pam
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