I wouldn't go as far as calling myself a Francophile, but I do enjoy those things French on occasion. I'm fond of the composers Debussy and Ravel (duh, I'm a harpist). My favorite local restaurant is French. I tried to learn to speak French in my car with cassette tapes. It didn't work, I'm a visual learner. Although, I do have very fond memories of repeating "Salut, Christoph" while zipping down the highway. And I didn't read it, but was very intrigued by the book and author of French Women Don't Get Fat. Apparently, the secret is to savor each bite. My guess is that overweight people savor too...just more of it.
A few years ago, I was lucky enough to get to spend a week in Paris with my sister. We had a good time, but two things were very disappointing.
1. The food. How can this be you ask? Well, yes, we did find a lovely little patisserie and a chocolatier that we frequented often. I just didn't have very good luck ordering in restaurants. It seemed that no matter what I chose, and I thought I was choosing different items at each restaurant, I ended up with a plate of fatty beef and fries. The first meal was great, the second and third was humorous, but by the end of the week I was quite sick of it actually.
2. The lack of a language barrier. I guess I was a bit naive to think that I may end up having to learn a bit of French to survive the week. No such luck. Everyone that glanced in our direction knew we were Americans before we opened our mouths. Are we that unstylish? I assure you we were not wearing New-Balance tennis shoes. And they all seemed to speak English, so surprise, no need for the French language in Paris. At one of the restaurants I carefully pronounced in my best French that I would like a particular menu item. The waiter looked at me, obviously very bored, and said, "You mean the cheese plate?" in his best English. Oh, the embarrassment.
I hate to admit the best part of the trip in my opinion wasn't the Louvre, Eiffel Tour, the accordian player on the subway, or the plain charm of Paris, but was our Segway tour through the city. It was just the two of us plus the guide (I think he thought we were cute), so we got a very personalized and uncharacteristically lengthy (5 hour) tour of Paris. Segways are fun, and we each fell off just once.
French Onion Soup
adapted from Eleanor Moscatel: Six Arrondissement, Paris
Bon Appetit, May 1991
2 T butter
2 T olive oil
5-6 onions, sliced
3 garlic cloves
1 bay leaf
1/2 t. dried thyme
1/2 c. red wine
4 c. beef broth
1 squirt Dijon mustard
1 splash balsamic vinegar
Melt butter in oil in a dutch oven over medium-low heat. Add onions, garlic, and bay leaf and saute until very tender and brown, about 2 hours. Add thyme and stir one minute. Add wine and simmer until reduced to a glaze, about 3 minutes. Stir in broth, mustard and vinegar. Simmer 20 minutes. Season to taste with salt and pepper.
A little effort goes a long way. Try this alternative to your normal cheese and crackers...a little shaved cheese, salami, roasted red pepper, blanched asparagus, and toasted baguette. Easy and tasty.