I can always continue to cook French food as well, especially since I have an arsenal of French women who are eagerly waiting to send recipes and advice. I fully intend to take advantage too. The only things I brought back from France were clothes and food. The things I decided I couldn’t live without were real Dijon mustard that makes you cry when eaten by the teasponful, lentilles du Puy that get their unique taste from the climate and volcanic ash they’re grown in, sucre roux which I only ended up with after a long search to find a substitute for brown sugar, gros sel which are the big fat crystals of sea salt (bigger than Kosher salt), the more refined fleur de sel, the yummy ginger biscuit spread Speculoos, more Bernachon chocolate, and some rillettes – the regional specialty of the Tourraine. Unfortunately I couldn’t figure out a way to bring back the butter packed with crystals of sea salt which makes me melt every time I think about spreading it on a big crusty piece of bread.
More than the food though, I will miss all the people I met in France. I am sure some of us will keep in touch for the rest of our lives. Everyone was friendly, warm, and welcoming. They were eager to help and show me their country. And for everyone I’m returning to in the States, thanks for reading the blog. It was fun to write and a bonus to know that you enjoyed reading it. I will obviously miss life in France, but as my host mom Barbara said, “Il y aura toujours un avion à prendre pour revenir.” (There will always be a plane to come back.) So then, gros bisous et à bientôt!