Chef Andre Bedouret is one of my role models. He is a French chef who lives, breaths, loves America, cooking, and friends and family. Chef Andre looks forward to “cooking for Jesus at the Great Table someday,” but in the meantime he enjoys blowing our minds down here on earth with his foie gras and special beignets. He has this awesome blog, which you can find here, and is currently writing about his adventures while visiting family in France. Find his most recent post, complete with incredible pictures of his hometown, below. Enjoy!
P.S. Don’t mind the slight grammatical mistakes. Give him a break, English is his 3rd or 4th language!
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 1, 2011
Absolutely gorgeous weather today, blue sky, warm with a light breeze. Wait it is december ! I’ll take it so do not beam me up. I love the size of the French supermarkets : huge with most everything you might need. My ultimate one stop shopping. I am cooking dinner tomorrow and this is just perfect. I walk around the aisles of this cavernous place lamenting about the markets in the US. Just no comparison and all the food is fresh and of great quality. After the shopping we go to the store cafeteria for lunch and this is not Luby’s or Highland Park Cafeteria, everyday French food well prepared and presented. I see this young woman sitting at the next table with a hamburger and could not help but starring at her: she was eating the burger with a fork and knife from beginning to end. I am thinking that it is time for her to visit the good old US . I inquired later and was told that the French do not like to get their hands messy at the table. I already told you , I have to come back here to show them how it is done.( I am working on it, the coming back part). This afternoon, more family visit and this time is spent with my cousins Pierrette and Roger. They are retired just great and always glad to see me. Pierrette disappears for a while and comes back with a platter of freshly made delicious crepes. Now when was the last time you had a crepe and loved it ? Can’t remember, means it has been too long. The best part was that she made them from scratch, not a big deal in this house as Pierrette is a great cook, as for Roger he is the wine guy and pops a bottle of Monbazillac,( it five o’clock somewhere) now I know I am back home and almost feels that I never left. I love these moments of simple pleasures and short trips on memory lane.
Time is flying by and I have been here almost a week. I am looking forward to visiting a “marche du gras” in Pau on Saturday and check the foie gras and fat ducks business. No museum for me on this trip ! More later.
And so it goes,