While they say rugby is practically a religion in New Zealand, the same goes for France, except it is food. Gone are the days when I attempted to eat ‘cleanly’; with a superfood smoothie for breakfast, salad for lunch and vegetables for dinner. What was I thinking! The only salad I have eaten over here involved three different types of cheeses, drizzled in some kind of sauce sent from the Gods. The French know how to eat, and eat well.
There is something unique about meal times in France. It can sometimes take up to two hours and include everything from entree, main, dessert, cheeses, wine and coffee. Don’t forget the bread basket that comes with every meal without fail. It is a celebrated occasion, one in which I have had no problem participating in. I have always appreciated food but I feel like my taste buds have discovered a whole new world of flavours in France. My appetite could not possibly be in better hands.
Here are some snaps of food (yes, I have become one of those people who take photos of my food) that was devoured in Paris.