first tuesday

I’m excited to say that so much has been going on this past week that I’m starting to lose track of what I actually did and when it all actually happened. So here’s a brief overview of all the noteworthy and some other not so noteworthy adventures since Tuesday morning.

On Tuesday me and Dorene didn’t have to be anywhere until 2:30pm so we decided to make breakfast at home. I don’t think many parisians eat breakfast at home given the number of people who grab a pain au chocolat on their way to the metro, but we decided to have a hearty homemadeish breakfast.  Being the true parisians that we are we had to go buy fresh baguette and just you know casually walk back home with it, as if it was the normal thing to do, because over here it really is. 

I had eggs (eggs here still have basically chicken poo and other crap stuck on the outside of the shell, at least the ones I bought did, but don’t worry I washed it), fresh strawberries (which are the smallest strawberries I have ever seen by the way, a bit a more sour than sweet but still good), borsin (a cheese I’ve had before and loved, it’s a white spreadable cheese filled with garlic and herbs, so good!) and our fresh baguette of course. Dorene had brie (her cheese of choice), apples (so she “doesn’t die of scurvy”) and baguette.

After meeting with our program in the afternoon we decided to have an afternoon crepe snack because there was this little box booth thing right next to the metro and we were hungry. I got a sucre crepe because I remembered my sister always telling me was her favorite, dorene got nutella. Of course I ended up not liking my mine. I think its because the girl didn’t put any butter in it and it just ended tasting like a crepe with sugar pieces in it. But yay for our first crepes in paris!

Later that day we met up with our program to go on a beyond touristy boat ride on the seine, on the bateaux moche. Moche in French means fly, moche in farsi means mouse, random side note I know, but it reminded me of this one day in French class in high school when our teacher said there was a moche in the room and romteen semi freaked out/was trying to realize where this mouse she was talking about was.

The boat ride was fun, besides the hundreds of other tourist. I took a lot of no sot great pictures with dorene’s camera but I figure when on a tourist boat do as tourists do.  Our luck, the weather was perfect during our boat ride, the sky was completely blue, the sun was out…as were the parisian sunbathers.

After the boat ride we made our way across paris to a store named darty, basically the france equivalent of best buy. Who knew that’s where parsians sell hairdryers. After that little adventure we decided to make dinner at home that night. I cooked chicken breast on my very own for the first time! Thank god I had seen my mom wash and cut chicken breast at least 100 times before. I probably wasted an eighth of the chicken cutting  off all the fat and white vein looking things but I blame it on our crappy knife.

I used this salt herb seasoning we had bought the day before at the supermarket which gave the chicken a great flavor. We also heated frozen vegetables we had bought which of course tasted better than any frozen vegetable than in America. And with a piece of another fresh baguette my first personally home cooked chicken meal was complete.  I’m glad paris brings the le cordon bleu chef in me!