pain

| bread (masculine noun) | /pɛ̃/

This morning, I went grocery shopping for the first time. As most of you know, I’m a vegetarian in the States. For this reason, I really wanted to have my own place in France, instead of living with a host family. Now I can cook my own meals without having to inconvenience anyone.

Here’s the thing: In the States, I really enjoy cooking…for other people. You see, as a Leo, I only enjoy certain tasks–like writing–when I have an audience. So when I was stressed or tired or lazy back home, I would usually order take-out Indian, sushi, or buy pre-made hummus or vegan mac’n cheese. It’s easy, since there’s really no limit to the frozen feasts offered in the U.S.

In France, it’s a little different. They’ve outlawed many hormones and preservatives that are commonplace in the American food industry. Because of this, I am still (shamefully) astounded by the color and texture of some of my produce. For example, I bought some avocados today. When I cut them open, they were a little too soft and bruised.

Nevertheless, I have been depending on the powers of fresh bread, cheese, and produce to sustain me. Sounds great, right? Well, it is. Except that today I was too scared to use the gas stove. I was hesitant to cook my galettes aux légumes this evening, since I was certain any tinkering would end tragically and catastrophically. Thus, I’ve been concocting strange vegetarian sandwiches with a baguette I bought at a boulangerie down the street. Lunch: baguette with chèvre, tomato, and olives. Dinner: baguette with comté, dijon, and avocado.

At least there’s wine.

About Gabriella

I'm a twenty-something insomniac with a caffeine addiction and chronic wanderlust. I recently graduated with my M.A. in French, and I've spent the past two years living and working as an English teacher in France. I now work as an English professor at a university in Lille, where my students are learning to never omit the Oxford comma.
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One Response to pain

  1. fictionistasan says:

    Happy cooking and eating! 🙂 have you heard of this : “The French are very strong, they eat pain for breakfast” 😉 (pain meaning bread in french of course 😉 :p)

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