keep a food gournal

morn:
breakfast karaoke: New Slang (“Without a trust or flaming fields/Am I too dumb to refine?”)
two mocha smoothies
a slow crawl of gummi caterpillars
one orange hard candy

evening:
a half probiotic yogourt drink thing
ho-made tomato sauce, tasting as we go along
chicken liver sauteed in sweet butter with a daub of vermouth and a dab of sea salt (o rat of irony)
three or four porcupines in above tomato sauce, with a snippet of fresh rescued from under the snow herbs
petite raspberry and miso salad, heavy on the broccoli and red pepper
grape tomatoes
a half glass of poetic Malbec
pineapple and passionfruit juice

morn:
breakfast karaoke: Satellite Skin (“Just like being my own solar system/Doin’ good things but then totally eclipse them”)
two mocha smoothies
a solidarnosc of gummi sweets
orange hard candy, one

evening:
jasmine tea
ma po to fu
char siu on rice
spicy green beans in black bean sauce
the lurid sweet and sour sauce from other people’s bo-bo balls

petite brutish raspberry salad
half a bosc pear
grape tomatoes
vitamin water
passionfruit and pineapple juice

I haven’t been to the Kom Jug Yuen in ages. One has to have the hankering for things in lurid red sauce, in spite of the more authentic goodies

morn:
breakfast karaoke: Caring Is Creepy (“This is way beyond my remote concern of appearing condescending”)
two mocha smoothies
the usual gang of gummi caterpillars and clown heads
one red hard candy

early evening:
four bowls of miso soup
a horrifically healthy shake of mango and pineapple with a ^little bit of honey
one taste of Leonardo’s tasteless raspberry and blueberry shake

chicken liver, sauteed in sweet butter and vermouth …iron!
a swab of edamame hummus, with organic sea salted cheesies
some sea salt and vinegar healthy rice puff things
a half blueberry acai probiotic yogourt drink thing
chicken breast orts
fresh and delightful San Marzano tomato sauce over multigrain rotini
a petite raspberry and miso salad, heavy on sweet red pepper, broccoli and grape tomato
red globe grapes
pineapple and passionfruit juice
half glass Shiraz Malbec

morn:
breakfast karaoke: New Slang (“Godspeed all the bakers at dawn/May they all cut their thumbs/And bleed into their buns ‘til they melt away”)
run to the candy drawer for gummi somethings or other
one red hard candy
two mocha smoothies

evening:
edamame hummus, with organic cheesies
a couple of Szechwan spice flavoured potato chips
Fuzion Shiraz/Malbec plonk, half a glass

a glut of porcupines a-swimming in tomato sauce
three different sorts of rotini
a half probiotic blueberry yogourt drink thing
petite raspberry and miso-dressed salad
US vitamin water, essential
US vitamin water, multi-V
a half bosc pear
a few red globe grapes, bereft of life

petit déjeuner:
café au lait at the café Gay-Lussac (the coffee here is exceptionally smooth and tasty)

après-midi:
drinking chocolate again at Angelina’s, and plenty of it, knowing I would be howling for it, aching for it, once I returned home
an “Olympe” – the rose macaron filled with fresh raspberries and whatnot

soir:
we meandered about Sacré-Coeur, and I left a tiny billet-doux in a tucked-away corner of a smooth stone wall

up in Montmartre, we found the oldest bistro in Paris, Chez la Mère Catherine (fondée a 1793)
beaucoup de pain Français
moules marinières, et frites
beaucoup de ketchup (French ketchup and French tomatoes and French raspberries are very delicious, I shall say)
some of Lulu’s boeuf bourguignon

we split a bouteille of Côtes-du-Rhône

we took a lovely ride back down to Café des Flores, where another billet-doux was etched onto a tree, tableside, while we drank jus d’abricots and mused

oopsie – I forgot to turn the photo

petit déjeuner:
café au lait x 2 (we are already regulars here at this bustling little café in the Latin Quarter)

après-midi:
Ladurée for some of the best macarons known to humankind, including an enormous one for lunch that was rose-flavoured, filled with fresh raspberries, and strewn with rose-petals

several bites of a silky omelet filled with what seemed like a million whole morels

a glass of muscadet at Les Deux Magots, at the outermost sidewalk table… across the pond billets-doux and thinking Life is short. Make it sweet.

another macaron, from Pierre Hermé

soir:
shared rumsteak
soupe a l’oignon
soupe aux poissons with rouille and toasted baguette and grated cheese
a demi carafe of bordeaux, shared
frites

a long long walk along the Seine, looking for the Panthéon

we found another little café that sold Berthillon ice-creams, and shared a trio of wondrous sorbets: poire, passion, and abricot
(hard to choose a favourite)

orangina

petit déjeuner: I think this place is called Café Gay-Lussac
café au lait x 2 (patrons sit at the tables if they have dogs, or at the bar if they do not.. everyone is helpful and wonderfully kind when I ask about food I intend to hunt down during the day)
bread of some merit at Eric Kayser
yogourt d’abricots

après-midi:
these wild caramels made by monks from the south of France… we spent an hour with the charming proprietor of a shop called Le Bonbon au Palais… he let us sample jellies of bergamot and anise, sea-salted caramels, and wonderful pâtes de fruit with cassis liqueur in t’middle
the caramels were of burnt sugar… he instructed us to allow them to melt in the mouth for ten minutes, at which time a secondary kind of caramel, coffee-flavoured, would emerge and blend flavourwise with the first

soir:
we were too late for L’As a Falafel, so we walked to le Petit Bofinger
we both ordered fish soup, soupe aux poissons, rather like a bouillabaisse but clearly not comprised of the correct fish to be labelled a proper bouillabaisse
rouille and butter-toasted baguette slices
grated cheese
(one wipes the baguette with the rouille, sprinkles it with cheese, then drags the bread through the soup. bon!)
eau de vie – framboise
not at all petite salade aux gisiers (kind of a preserved duck gizzard), jambon fumé, confit de canard, et foie gras… with a tangle of frizzled greens, wonderful tomato confit and the lightest vinaigrette possible
plain eau
vin de maison

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petit déjeuner:
café au lait, extra lait and two sugars, please

après-midi:
à Angelina’s pour boire beaucoup de chocolat chaud (unquestionably the best and richest drinking chocolate in the world)
une Olympe (un macaron rose, crème violette, gelée framboise, beaucoup de framboises fraiches, violettes, et petits morceaux d’argent) see attached photo – utter sweetness paired with that chocolate, but wretched excess was walked off at the Louvre. Yowza!
brioche grillée

soir: à La Coupole pour diner
verre de champagne (clinque-clinque!)
foie de veau, grillé (normally I would not go near a veau, let alone a foie, but it is the atmosphere of the place that makes one giddy for local specialties – it was very good, too)
timbale of caramelised shallots
tomate grillées aux herbes
hunks of pain Français

a guzzle of orangina

morn:
breakfast karaoke: Perpetual Motion Machine (“Poison in the juice carafe/We drank until our thirst ran out/Oh no, we’re in some trouble now!”)
two mocha smoothies
gummi catarhh-pillars
an orange hard candy

afternoon:
one half of a short sharp shot of Mayan drinking chocolate
two titanics of Costa Rican milk chocolate

evening:
one half probiotic yogourt drink thing
half a sloppy hamburger from Burger Shoppe, with mesclun, red onion, mayo, bbq sauce, ketchup, double tomato, relish and bacon
sweet potato fries, in a red sea of ketchup
white cranberry juice
an anxious petite mixed up salad
concord grapes, slightly shrivelly
half glass Malbec

morn:
breakfast karaoke: Phantom Limb (“And they could float above the grass/In circles if they tried/A latent power I know they hide”)
two mocha smoothies
sweet gummi clown heads
one and a half red and orange hard candies

evening:
tea
probiotic yogourt drink thing
Korean fire soup with beef and tofu
glass noodles with sesame oil
rice, kim chee

petite raspberry salad
concord grapes