Happy Bastille Day! Just a little gem to shed some light on our cultural differences while the French celebrate, apparently without any foodie traditions, across the pond.
Umami sister, ever the intrepid younger sibling (and impressive amateur photographer, no?), is spending the month exploring Paris. She recently sent an email with a list of “things I miss most about American culture.” Only a three-item list, I might add. One of them, though, true to my own heart, was “the concept of coffee to go.” Here’s what she said:
…and Slow French
Convenient excuse or no, it’s true – they are more fun. Just the way I’ve always found European attitudes toward food a lot more fun, not to mention reasonable, than our own Culture of the Microwaved Chicken Finger. But I must admit, the idea of starting the day without the all-American, all-enabling portable coffee drip makes me very nervous. (Ironic, no?) In fact, it makes me feel like placing into remedial French. And if I ever get to travel farther than the OB’s office again, perhaps I will.