Last week I purchased a piece
of Bucherondin from the grocery store.
Bucherondin is a cheese made from goat’s milk cheese encircled with a
beautiful rind and a smooth, creamy texture.
Using a small plastic container, I packed the cheese in my bookbag and
enjoyed it with some slices of bread for lunch.
Most days my lunch would consist of a piece of amazing French bread, cheese, a small tin of sardines, and a soda or cup of wine. The experience reinforced in me the French joie de vivre (love of life). Just because a meal is simple and inexpensive doesn’t mean it isn’t also fit for a king.
It was with a heavy heart
that I realized several hours after I had finished my lunch that Paris had experienced
a horrific terrorist attack. I realize
that the world is a very different place than it was when I traveled to France,
but I am still having trouble comprehending what happened.
When I think of France I
think of the amazing cheeses and wine, recipes which turn simple ingredients
into works of art, and chefs such as Jacques Pepin who have inspired me for many
years.
To the great country of France and its beautiful people: may
your healing take time and let nobody take from you the love of life that your
people, food, and culture impart to the world.
Sincerely, The Food Pope
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