Bonjour mes chéris douce!
That was my lame attempt at pretending to be French by saying: Hello my sweet darlings!
I actually don’t think I have a French bone in my body. Besides the fact I don’t speak the language (hola – I’m taking Spanish classes!), I’m unable to eat pastries without gaining poundage, not chic and way too obnoxious to be French. However, today I am leaving my loud, curly-haired American self behind and turning into Holly – le foodie français!
I know, that picture is horrifiant. That means horrifying, for the record.
Anyways…every Français personne knows that you must start out the day with a delicious, filling breakfast. Since I lack in the pain au chocolat department, Classic Banana Oats were on the menu…
1/2 cup oats
1 cup water
1 smashed naner
1 NuNaturals stevia packet
lots of Nuttzo
With two cups of café au lait…for good measure.
To make up for my lack of French-ness at breakfast, it was fate that my co-worker brought me back a scone framboise from the maker of the best scones in the entire universe.
Over lunch, Steph + I headed to the gym for our Friday 45-minute Pilates class. Bonjour abdominals! This class has successfully left my abs sore all weekend for the past two weeks. When we were done, I grabbed a quick salade and headed back to work without showering. Gross, I know.
cucumber yogurt dressing
Everyone knows that even foodies get burnt out from cooking, which means sometimes, they too rely on takeout food. Being the worldy, cultured Français femme I am, that meant Indian food last night!
Can I just say, this bharta was totally bangin’?
Apparently, you can take the girl out of America, but you can’t take the America out of the girl. Excuse my wannabe street language.
Anyways, the baingain bharta was tres délicieux, especially when paired with garlic naan…
I would marry naan if I could. True statement.
…et tous les partis.
The best part? Sometimes it takes a night off from cooking to re-ignite your foodie spirit.
Case in point…Lentils with Curried Tarka! While it simmered this morning, my apartment smelled much like an Indian curry house, which is by NO means a bad thing. In fact, a very good thing.
A très bon thing.
Thanks to Emily and her fabulous recipe (and blog, for that matter!), I had the most magnifique lunch!
Served over the unused rice from last night’s Indian takeout and sprinkled with scallions…
My foodie essence continued as I began cooking for an early dinner. Who you callin’ Grand-mère?
Hmmmm…what ever could that be?
Shallots, red wine, blackberries and more…I can’t even BEGIN to tell you how fabulous this is.
I may have eaten a couple cuillerées (ahem, spoonfuls) while this simmered away. Just sayin’.
Then, I proceeded to make the most delicious solo dinner ever…carrot fries, steamed sweet potato (with a smidge of butter + cinnamon) + red wine blackberry sauce over grilled organic, ethically-raised chicken.
Who says you need un garçon to enjoy a romantic meal? As long as you love yourself, you can enjoy anything, anytime, anywhere. Don’t ever forget that.
For dessert, le boulanger in me just had to come out…in the form of VeggieGirl that is! Oui, you know where this is going: more VeggieGirl blondies! I took her recipe for Peanut Butter Pretzel Blondies and changed it up a bit, using this in place of pretzels…
As well as subbing in 1 cup peanut butter, NuNaturals stevia (for turbinado sugar), Greek yog (for coconut milk yog) and organic skim milk (for non-dairy milk), to come out with this!
Le foodie a besoin de goûter les résultats, bien sûr!
If the Google Translator my French is correct, that means, “A foodie needs to taste the results, of course!” And she did. And the results were bien…très bien.
Now, pardonnez-moi, I need another glass of wine…or deux.
The life of a foodie is très difficile.