Now that I’ve been away from Paris for three years, it’s starting to hit me how much I miss the city, the language, and these foods I used to eat every day.
When I first moved to Paris in early 2012, I was probably in my second or third year of my current ongoing chocolate milk obsession. I was so upset that I couldn’t find chocolate milk anywhere (and no, I’m not going to drink that chocolate water stuff called Cacaolac), so much so that it even came up in conversation when chatting with my one French friend in my French Linguistics class. She recommended YOP chocolate and the rest is history.
It’s double the size of a normal American chocolate milk, double the creaminess, and I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to drink the entire bottle in one serving, but it’s not like that ever stopped me before? In fact, it’s more drinkable yogurt than milk anyway, so I like to just tell myself I’m getting my dairy servings in for the day.
If you’re not a fan of chocolate, they’ve got these all in different kind of flavors: strawberry, vanilla, coconut, and even tangy flavors like lime (which freaks me out).
Yep it sure does look like milky apple sauce, but this stuff has got the texture of heaven and the taste of creamy hazelnut. One day, I couldn’t stop myself from eating three right after each other.
I swear I’m healthy.
I’m such a fan of this cheese that sometimes I even splurge the $6-10 or whatever it is to get a good one in the States. The thing is: I must, must, must cut the white skin off, which tells you that I’m either a bit picky, I’ve got a mild case of OCD, or that I was never meant to be French.
This is that super strong, almost toxic tasting cheese, which ups my hope that maybe I was in fact meant to be French. I’m not exactly sure how you’re supposed to eat or what you’re really supposed to pair it with, but I think it’s great by itself or in pastas, personally.
Salade chèvre chaud
Typically I’m a kale salad kind of guy, but when you tempt me with hot, gooey goat cheese, you know a brotha can’t resist. Goat cheese is something I had never even tasted or really heard much buzz about until I went to France and became a goat cheese fanatic. Then, you warm that cheese up, drizzle some honey, add a crispy baguette, and walnuts and ohhhmaaagod. I know you don’t tip as much in France, but after a salade chèvre chaud, I almost always want to tip.
I remember I’d go nearly every day after my university classes and get a demi-baguette for 50 cents at a boulangerie. 50 cents! I mean yes, you could argue that it’s 50 cents for bread…because it’s bread, but at the same time, French bread is not just bread.
All I can say is thank god Eric Kayser, a chain of French boulangeries franchised to New York and opened six “Maison Kaysers,” because now I can at least get my demi-baguettes for $1.40.
Sandwich Fromage Beurre
This is the complete basic b!tch sandwich of France, but it sets well with my bland American stomach. You’ve got yourself a baguette, cheese (surprise, surprise), and butter. I guess it’s the same concept as an American grilled cheese, but cold and with Gruyère.
Cold Caffee Latte Drinks
I was addicted to these cups of cold coffee, because they were the closest equivalent to big cups of American coffee that you could find.
40 cent Espresso Distributors
These coffee distributors are the key to surviving life as a student in France, which is why you’ll see a longer line at this machine than for the bathroom when you’ve got a break from class. For 40 cents, you can buy tiny cups of espresso, cappuccino, mocha, macchiato, or plain coffee…and with the push of a button you can modify the amounts of sugar and/or milk.