I've been feeling a bit inadequate recently. I think Paris is looking down on my Christmas. Christmas to me is so humble, so home-made and so warm. It means cookies and cheap decorations. It means potatoes and roast beast.
Paris has other plans.
Salmon
Lobster
Caviar
Foie Gras
Cheeses
Exotic Fruits
Buche de Noel
"So, you basically eat everything that's expensive?" I asked a class of middle schoolers. They heartily agreed, as if eating cheaper foods would cheapen the character of the holiday itself.
Well, fine, France. Sarah, Jordan and I are going to eat chicken, pumpkin pie and forget the world outside where they're busy eating caviar and foie gras.
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