Fromage, Fiddles, and Foolishness-from France
From: EJ kirk <email@example.com>
Date: Fri, Aug 24, 2012 at 1:27 PM
Subject: fromage, fiddles, and foolishness
We’re here in fromage land! Oh, the food is grand but simple here. We’ve eaten two types of French onion soup so far. A super peppery one last night that made us think that somebody was shaking the pepper in it and the lid full off (!), and we also had a delicious, oily, good smelling soup that to me, just by its’ aroma and the sight of the soup-soaked bread in it, conveyed warmth and great culinary comforts. Today, along-side the soup, we had eggplant with basil and olive oil sauce (a sort of a a lite pesto) filled with mozzarella and lemon berries on top of a salad dressed in mustard; the whole thing drizzled in sweet molasses. Oh the culinary delights of Par-ee!
Today we went to Versailles and saw the Chateau, a grand palace of kings and queens. We walked around the town as a sprinkle of rain came down around us.
We had strong, foaming mugs of espresso (I added sugar cubes to mine) and a pistachio raspberry tart. Oh my senses burst w/ flavor! Green pistachio paste spread over a crumbly crust topped with raspberries just bursting with juice. Oh it was bon!
Yesterday, we walked from our boarding house to the Eiffel tower. What was supposed to be a 20 minute bus ride ended up being a 3 hour walk after we abandoned the bus because it was so darn hot. It was a nice walk even though we got lost three times. i went into a music shop once and played a French fiddle, with dark, yellow-green tinted wood. The sound that resonated from it was so beautiful. sooo rich and toned. I only played half a sound before we went along our way, but the sound, it stayed w/ me.
I will have to say “au revoir: now. Goodbye my friends.