Awesomeness #4 Pt 2: Boulangerie Breakfast
In the morning, I had the most delightful breakfast, you know, in the bakery downstairs.
A customer came in to get his morning croissants, saw me taking pictures, and offered to take a picture of me.
Then he yelled “Nobody puts Baby in a corner!” and we started dancing on the bakery counter, ending in a super aerial lift.
Not really. No one could lift me at this point in my pastry journey. What he did was make jokes about how I had to finish everything on my table, as if this was some sort of impossible feat. And I was like, “Oh, I will. Really.” He said it again later as he was leaving, again as if it was some hilarious joke, and I was like “Seriously, come back in 5 minutes. It will be GONE. All of it.”
I did leave the yogurt behind, to be fair.
I spent the morning at the market…
…and collected a fair amount of goods to bring back to Paris with me, including two gigantic loaves of some of the best looking bread I have ever seen, ingredients for a dish I was making for a dinner party that night w/ the girls from work, and some amazing bread & a pastry from this place:
Any time you see “Meilleurs Ouvriers de France”, you better darned well know I'll be stopping in because that means they’ve gotten a title as one of the best artisans in France; they are a master at their craft. The line out the door is another good sign.
I got 3 twisted mini loaves of bread. You will see why I had to get 3 when you behold these flavors: Dijon mustard & bacon; chorizo; and apricot & goat cheese. Yah, they looked that good, too. Oh, and a caramel tarte, just because it was beautiful.
The breads were sublime, I ate them for lunch on the train, because, you know, watching my figure. I ended up leaving the creme fraiche and herbs in the fridge at the B&B (ingredients for the dinner party), and shook my fist towards the sky the whole train ride home. 2 hours. Good workout.
Then as soon as I got home, I started preparing my dish for the dinner party that night. New post.