Today I was walking through my neighborhood and passed a small boutique that I have passed hundreds of times. My landlord had originally pointed it out to me, saying how amazing their ham is. The store is tiny and the employee has always been a bit intimidating. However, today there was a new employee and for whatever reason I decided I would look around. Since I have arrived in Paris, I have wanted to make friends with someone in a market. Someone who could recommend me French food I wouldn't normally try and with whom I could practice my French. I worked up the courage and asked her about the place. They specialize in the terroir of Auvergne, a region Southeast of Paris. She explains that they feature food from Auvergne, but have products from all over France. As I explore the cheeses, sausages, and several varieties of animal organs we compared the cuisines of our two countries and discussed some American politics. I told her that I wanted to try something, what would she recommend? She suggested the Black Boudin sausage. I have seen this bizarre colored sausage all over the city and decided to take her word. She recommended to serve the sausage with some cooked apples. It was good, not something I would eat everyday, but I'm glad I tried it and can't wait to go back and try more.
Yummm...........
Today, I returned to take a few pictures and to tell the
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so I sit here reading about your amazing wine and cheeses, and I'm not so into sausage, but sometimes you entice me... and in retaliation I must say, that I went to jazz fest today and had alligator pie, fried green tomatoes, crab stuff shrimp, and white chocolate bread pudding.
And Abita Strawberry.
and next week when I go back I already plan on having pecan crusted catfish, spinach artichoke casserole, and gumbo.
so there... take that paris :)
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