August 31, 2013
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August 30, 2013
First full day in my apartment. I have lots of pictures of my apartment, but I’m saving them for a post about the apartment in its entirety. So instead, enjoy a photo of a delicious baguette that I bought from a boulangerie right off of Censier-Daubenton.
Pizza next door
One of the great things about living where I live is the abundance of restaurants right outside my door! (I rarely even eat out, so this isn’t actually a real pro for me, but it’s definitely something to brag about to people.) One day, (specifically, September 22nd) I was seriously craving pizza (as I am always craving specific food) and because I do not have a freezer, I had to treat myself to pizza right next door. Actually, interesting note, the pizzeria next door, called Pizza Odessa, has a door that connects to my building because we share the same garbage disposal area.
I joked that I would befriend the owners of this pizza store because we’re neighbors and maybe one day, they’ll give me a special loyalty discount. But, I still haven’t returned because eating out is way too expensive for my liking. Once in a while is good. But I don’t think I’ll ever achieve loyal customer status here.
What did I order? Chorizo (similar to pepperoni, if not the same thing) and jambon with champignons. In the window, it didn’t look very appetizing, but after they reheated the slices in the oven, it was all oozy and delicious. Yum!
Pizza is also strange here. Most of the time, it comes in rectangular form.
Mistaken Pizza
One day, I was craving pizza, as usual. As I was grocery shopping, I picked up a pack of two frozen personal pizzas. But as I was roaming around the store, I found another pizza for even cheaper. So I took the cheaper one instead, of course. But when I got home and was unpacking my groceries, I realized that the cheaper pizza was, in fact, not pizza! It was a tarte fromage. I was completely devastated because not only had I failed so marginally at getting my pizza, the tarte fromage did not even look appetizing. I did my best, however, to make the best out of the situation. The tarte fromage did not taste as bad as I expected, especially not with the saucisson sec. But it took me about three servings to finish the whole pie. Two servings too many. Now I know better to read the box clearly.
September 20th:
Then, finally, on October 4th, I bought the personal pizza. It did not taste as good as I hoped. Ah well. You win some, you lose some.
And recently, on October 20th, I tried some mini pizza (4 cheese) from the French grocery store and it was delicious! Now, I am a repeat buyer of this one specific brand and topping. Maybe the reason I love it so much is because of the easy-to-handle size, the garlic-y taste, and the lack of tomato sauce (which I know goes against the rules of traditional pizza, but hey, mini pizzas are not at all traditional either).
Falafel in Le Marais
September 11th:
Not too far from the Saint Paul metro station is a well-known Jewish falafel place in the heart of Le Marais, the historical Jewish center of Paris . Some call it the best falafel in Paris, but I wouldn’t be able to confirm or deny that because this was my first time eating falafel. All I know is that it was delicious! My friends complained that there was too much vegetables in comparison to falafel, but that didn’t bother me at all. I needed my veggie intake for the week.
August 29, 2013
I went on a crazy scavenger hunt created by MICEFA (more about that in a future post) and finished it off with a picnic. Look at all that Haribo.
August 28, 2013
On August 28, I didn’t do much. Or take any photos besides this coincidental one. Whoops!
Ravioli craving
September 18th:
Craved raviolis. And fries. Strange combo.
Egg Rolls!
September 16th:
No, I didn’t make them from scratch. And yes, I did just put them in the oven. But a real meal nonetheless. Plus, it came equipped with its own fish sauce, so I didn’t even have to make any myself!
I brought America to my Parisian apartment
But not really. Because I didn’t go to an American specialty grocery store. This meal just looks very American, but it’s all French. Win-win for me! And it was oh so delicious~
September 12th:
Fries are pretty common in France too, believe it or not. That day, I was craving for fries pretty badly. So I bought a huge bag that lasted me for a week. Money well spent!
As for the chicken, I was very apprehensive about buying it the first time because it looked good, but it also looked possibly dry. In America, a lot of times, the meat is so dry that it is unbearable. However, I put this piece of breaded chicken into the frying pan with a dab of sunflower oil and done! The first bite was amazing~ Really tender, juicy, flavorful, gah! Just all around DELICIOUS. So delicious that I bought this chicken from the same brand, Le Gaulois, at least 4 more times afterwards. I ate one last night and I currently have another pack of 2 waiting in my little fridge compartment. This chicken never fails me~ (I don’t know if it is a good or a bad thing that I discovered this item because ever since I first ate it, I feel as if I never venture out to buy or cook new things. And I feel as if I have gotten lazier with my cooking. It is probably also terrible for my health, but I’ll just keep telling myself that I won’t be able to eat this anymore once I go back home. Meat here is just so much better.)
The sauce that I had here, called Sauce Samourai (weird, right?), I bought on a whim. But it was a very good buy. I love it and eat it with my fries and chicken all the time now. 😀 A happy stomach is a happy Victoria!
