France on 5,000 Calories per Day
May 31, 2008
Leah Korbin
Disclaimer: The author of this entry does not, in any way, wish for her readers to profit from her story. All creative rights belong to her audience so they might possibly be able to use their imagination in order to make her day seem more interesting.
This morning I made sure to set my alarm to prevent waking up at 2:30 pm again. Thankfully my host family is extremely forgiving and so when I forget to me reve, they point and laugh at me instead of tossing me out the front door.
Around 10:30 I was summoned upstairs for breakfast with heavily-accented French, "LEAAHHH!" I walked upstairs to find myself standing in front of what seemed to be 5000 calories staring me in the face. Then I indulged in some pain au chocolat, pain au almonds et chocolat, pain au even more chocolat than that last one had, and possibly the best coffee I've ever drank in my life.
After I was fattened up, we drove (or rollercoastered) to a French market outside of Civray. Why go to an amusement park when you could get in a car with a French person, stick half your body out the window, and yell, "Look ma! No hands!" Am I right?
The market was intense and I couldn't stop to take many good pictures because I was afraid I'd lose my host family in the crowd. Whatever food I managed to take a picture of, though, my host mom decided to buy for me. Perhaps I should've taken pictures of food that looked more appetizing...
We rollercoastered back home where I began two of my journals that I forgot to do the days beforehand. Once again, I was summoned to be fattened up for lunch. I tried pork pate or summat...I'm hoping that's correct. We ate that on some type of French bread that's apparently in some sort of American cereal (I missed that part of the conversation). I was basically full by then, but no...there was more! We ate a roasted chicken that was probably the only really yummy food item that I had taken a picture of at the market and some potatoes. Then we ate two different kinds of goat cheese (one that was white and really squishy and another that crumbled a lot...err). They both tasted a smidge funky but I sucked it up and ate them anyway. Oh mon dieu my stomach is hurting just thinking about this meal. Okay. Lastly they busted out some crazy gorgeous French pastries (at this point my eyes were bigger than my stomach and I had to eat some). Good lord French food is good.
Now it's raining and I don't know whether we're going out for the rest of the day because we were out really late yesterday at a roserie.
Au revoir mes lovelies.
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