Dreams of Cooking in France Kitchens

Often I find myself longing for a much simpler life. As a matter of fact, I find myself working towards that life all the time. But it becomes ever so obvious when I have to shop at the American supermarket. Yes, it is a fantastic country that I live in, but it doesn’t mean that everything is perfect; especially the food!

I am about to begin my journey into the world of Le Cordon Bleu, but before I do I must have ingredients before start cooking. I have been through the list a number of times and checked our cupboard for any missing items. It is encouraging that the list is small. It means that I have the staples and only need the extras to make the meal happen. This is a huge thing for my first meal because the budget is tight.

As I stroll down the aisles at the supermarket, I am disappointed with the selection I see before me. I was hoping to make only one trip to one store today but normal food items that I would expect to see are either not present or in such freezer burned state that I just cannot justify spending my money on them.

This is the point at which I long for living in a place, like I Romanticize about France, where I can walk to the market on a daily basis and buy the evening meal items from locals knowing that they grew the product with as much heart as I put into my business. But alas, I must find another store, a specialty store to pick up the remaining items (by remaining I mean fresh mint, bakers/superfine sugar, and among all things . . . fresh peas).

After wrapping up my shopping, it is time to store everything in a fridge that I find appalling only because it takes up so much space in our kitchen and we never have enough food to fill it because the food we buy actually goes bad if we don’t eat it (i.e. it’s fresh). Tomorrow is the big day and I hope that my cooking is appreciated by the most particular critic, my son René. He’s almost 4 and the hardest to please.

I may not have the joy of shopping in the daily markets of France. I still do dream of such a joy. But I will do my best to enjoy every aspect of life including learning the art of cooking. Le Cordon Bleu begins tomorrow so stay tuned for the menu.

What more appropriate song than La Vie En Rose to start things off when it comes to dreaming go the Romanticized view in my mind of living in France:

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