What can good baguette do to you...

Today we had b-day lunch at my Mum’s place in Arles. We were almost getting started when I suddenly realized something vital was missing, deadly missing: a baguette! So I took the bike and went to by one, of course. 80 cents of euros. Cheaper than in Montreal – actually half price. Life is a long stream of event punctuated by baguettes, so the cost of baguette matters. But damn, what about the quality? The crust must be tightly crispy, because it must break between your hands very easily – almost like the crust of a creme brulee. And yet the inside – la mie – must be tender as flower petals from Central Asia! Oh yes like in Central Asia! Or just Provence.

So, to be back to where we were, this baguette was amazing. Astonishingly amazing. I was amazed. I was delighted. And I was hungry. Ah, lunches in France… It’s always something.

Indeed after series of  barbecue meet and merguez, taboulet, diverse salads and multiple Tiramisu sparkled by Champagne and strawberries, I could finally rest. Eating isn’t nothing here.