As I write this I am curled up in blankets next to a radiator, I'm pretty sure I'm getting sick, so if this is less than coherent I apologize.
After we got back from the church the festivities began. (If you haven't read St. Felix here's the link)
There was company over, a family that had three kids of their own, a cousin who was about the same age as me, and of course a grandmother. And because there were people it was natural to have the largest lunch I have ever witnessed.
I started out with snacks. Crackers with cheese baked on to them, or pretzels that I convinced a child were magic wands with salt on them. Oh gullible innocence. There were also these white poresse crackers that made no sense to me, they were shrimp flavored with the texture of a rice cake. I was not amused.
I was however amused that they had Coke. Whatever country I am in, whatever even I might be celebrating, there is nothing better than pop.
There was wine too. Red and white. Personally I like white wine better, but that's like comparing cooked spinach to mashed broccoli I'm not really a fan of either. But I think it's an acquired taste, so I'll keep tasting until I acquire it.
And salad. But not just any salad. This salad had smooth avocados avocat (same word as lawyer by the way), juicy grapefruits pamplemousse and succulent raw salmon saumon, topped with a great vinaigrette. It wasn't heavy at all and was served with a white wine.
Then came the main course. It had rice riz, with a side of green beans, haricots verts, that were just lightly coated in salt and butter, and the center dish, whose name I do not know in French, was ham rolled in ham, with a white wine tomato and butter sauce. It was delicious.
The next plate was cheese. (Its funny because that's a plate with cheese pictured on it)
Cheese here is an art. Here we have many different delicious and not so delicious (that would be the greenish one) types of cheese, whose names I also don't know. Feel free, if you are more cheese-savy than I, to leave the names of what you think these cheeses are in the comments section. My favorite was the really yellow one. I took a bite and thought "if I had some bear-batter and some sizzling hot oil you would be a really good cheese curd." Other than that they all just tasted like cheese. (Except for the green one that was pure mold.)
I heard you like cheese so I put cheese on your cheese plate that pictures cheese next to more cheese.
This is Charlotte. Which is like berry-misu if you've ever been in the "Hey I want tiramisu but don't like coffee, hey ill make it with berries instead," mindset. Because that is exactly what it was. There were lady fingers soaked in what was probably not alcohol, unless the French are ok with giving kids alcohol which I'm pretty sure their not, reference to the guy at the Franco-African meal at church the other week,
(here's a link to that one if you missed it) http://nantes2013ajourneyofscholarship.blogspot.fr/2013/01/rhythmic-clapping-and-pancakes.html
And this my friends is chocolate. A chocolate tart to be exact, and unlike the other times that it has been attempted in this house, this one was spectacular. There was a light dusting of chocolate on top of the decadent fudge-like insides placed delicately on a crispy sugary crust. The chocolate was like eating a lindt chocolate bar in the form of a cake, it wasn't exactly milk chocolate, but it wasn't exactly dark either. But it melted in my mouth, and I received that thrilling sensation explained in a different post.
And there they are together, the decadent chocolate tart paired with the beautifully made berry-misu. The Charlotte had berry strewn throughout a fluffy and delectable filling that was reminiscent of berry mousse. And together they complemented each other with a berry decadent taste.
There was also Champagne. Real Champagne from the region in France. And guess what, I actually liked it.
