Four years ago, I spent a magical summer in Paris, capturing memories in a long-forgotten blog. Every Thursday, I’ll post my favorite entries from that blog. This is reprinted from 7-20-10.`
Baguettes are a ubiquitous phenomena in Paris. They are carried around in handbags, grocery bags, and the paper bags in the hands of Parisians like they’re a fashion acessory. Walking into any boulangerie, there is always a line of Parisians buying a baguette (or two) for dinner. It’s quite charming actually.
Baguettes are eaten with every meal, because the French are all into soaking their breads in the leftovers on the plate (this is much less gross and more delicious than it sounds), and because the baguette is the peanut butter to France’s jelly: cheese.
Yesterday, while walking around St. Germain des Pres, I saw a Parisian man cutting open an entire baguette in the middle of the street, sitting by a colorful building. He then proceeded to butter (or perhaps cheese or foie gras) the baguette in its entirety. I feel like the European quality of that moment can never be rivaled by Wonderbread.