Thursday, September 29, 2011
Mornings in France were perfect. I would spoon heaping amounts of peach jam onto a crusty baguette, sip coffee topped off with fresh milk literally straight from the cows, and speak French with the family. So, even though I am home now I have tried to make mornings just like my mornings on the family farm. We brought back an assortment of homemade jams made by Marc's aunt, bought the closest thing to French butter that we could find in our area ... think dark, rich, yellow butter that tastes incredibly rich and, instead of grabbing a latte in the morning I am content with coffee from my French press (so goood). However, the one thing that is not the same is the milk .... hmmm maybe I need to buy a cow or find a dairy farmer that will share milk with Marc and I. So, my friends, what I learned in France is that simplicity is always MORE. Enjoy your weekend!! Bisous.