Obviously, meal times in Paris meant a mission to eat as many ‘typically french’ dishes as possible. It also meant a week of eating high fat, high carb, highly delicious food! After a long walk around the ground of Versailles, I was starving and my stomach was screaming for crepes.
Without a doubt, the most exciting thing about visiting Paris for me were the breakfasts. There is no hiding the fact that I am a complete breakfast LOVER, I never go a day without breakfast, and cannot function normally without a complete breakfast in my stomach. I was talking to my friend the other day about how when we have sleepovers with friends that aren’t crazy about breakfast, it’s devastating, and a trip to the local cafe on the way to the bus stop is crucial. She even said that she’s known to have a ‘full english’ on those days – I can definitely relate!
In a week’s time, my little sister and I will be jet-setting off to Paris. I can already taste the crisp macarons, the fluffy, flaky croissants and the chewy baguettes that I am over-prepared to devour! It has been my sister’s dream to visit Paris. Her bedroom is decked out with Parisian decor, from pictures, to pillows to ornaments – she’s so obsessed! So finally, My parents have decided to allow us to gate-crash their European holiday and meet them in Paris for a week.
A few years ago I went to Paris with my Dad. It was the middle of winter, and so walking around Paris, although incredible, obviously wasn’t as pleasant as it will be next week! I just remember Dad and I powering through the markets and down the streets, trying to see and experience as much as we could in as little time as possible (to avoid the cold.) One freezing morning, before heading off to Versailles, Dad and I decided to grab a Nutella Crepe from a small store run by an old Arabic man. What would usually be a simple task in ordering a crepe, became very difficult as we quickly realised that he didn’t understand any english. So, going off my observation that he looked Arabic, I mumbled a few Arabic words (probably every Arabic word that I knew) in an attempt to order my Crepe. And it worked, he understood me! A miracle!
So there we were, in Paris, speaking Arabic and eating piping hot crepes filled with oozing nutella. So in preparation for our trip to Paris next week, on this cold winter’s day in Sydney, I cooked my little sister some oozing nutella crepes, in the hope that it would cure her tonsillitis (yes she is sick!) before we fly out, or at least lift her spirits!
Here’s whats it it:
1/2 cup plain flour
1/2 cup milk
2 Tbsp sugar
1 Tbsp butter
Whisk all the ingredients together. Melt some butter in a hot pan and pour in half of the mixture. Swirl the mixture around until the pan is covered and let it become golden in colour (1 minute) before you flip it. I recommend attempting the ‘flip from the pan’ as opposed to flipping it with a spatula! Once cooked on both sides, spread over some nutella, fold, and serve!
I guess it is customary to eat at a french Bistro on arrival in Paris. As Dad and I braced the icy Winter’s air (a type of cold never experienced in Australia) we felt the need to run into the first Bistro we could find, irrespective of the quality or the pricing of the place. I guess you could say our first meal in Paris was a gamble, it could have been amazing, but it also could have been devastatingly horrible! Picking the standard breakfast item on the menu, we sat in ignorance, not knowing how to read french, and thus not sure of what we were about to eat. But it was the fried eggs with bright orange yolks and quality dijon mustard accompanied with a full basket of fresh french style bread that set my taste buds up for the amazing culinary journey they were about to face in Paris. There is something quite beautiful and elegant about having the courage to serve up such a simple dish as a restaurant specialty, but it was my arrogance as a foreigner that doubted the breakfast preferences of the frenchman.
My first experience of a chocolate Eclair was in a beautiful patisserie in Paris. Walking in to the store, my eyes were immediately fixed on the individual desserts, of course because I was thinking of what I could eat in that moment. But what stood out was the Chocolate Eclair. I had always heard of them, seen them in supermarkets in Australia, but had never tried one (perhaps that is because the supermarket ones were always dry and cracked.) But I can tell you that the Eclair that I tried in Paris was something out of the ordinary. Carrying our white paper box filled with treats onto the train, I picked out my Eclair and took an all encompassing bite. It was a food memory that will be kept in my mind forever.