French Bread

Being French-bred, I eat French bread almost every day. Our village bakery is just around the corner from our house, less than a minute away on foot. Recently, I’ve been going to the bakery as soon as it opens, at 7 am, to buy what my family orders for their breakfast. Usually it’s a “croissant” for my mom, a “pain au chocolat”, like a chocolate croissant for my brother, a “croissant aux amandes”, a marzipan “croissant” for my dad, and something a bit a different for me, like a “canelé de Bordeaux”, a “Parisien”, or a “Tradition”.

As you can see, the choice is vast, but one item is a must for every day here in France, the “baguette”. I always ask for ours to be hot out of the oven, as it tastes so good when it’s warm and fresh. The French say that a “baguette” can only be considered a success when over half of it is eaten on the way home. This is, of course, difficult for us, living so nearby, but it’s hard to resist the temptation to rip a sizable piece off and munch on it while walking. The baguette smells like it’s still in the oven, and warms my hands when it’s a bit cold outside.


But sometimes, we just eat cereal. See you soon!

Pierre