When I walked by Poilâne the first time, I thought it was an art gallery. The sculptures propped up in the window looked just like bread.
I stared in the window as an optical illusion faded in and out: nice sculptures, no wait that is real bread, no, can't be, those are sculptures of bread, no, wait, that IS bread, I think.....
Just then, a well-dressed man with a perfect haircut walked out carrying one of the large round loaves. So, it is bread! Man, that is some fancy bread shop, I mumbled to myself. When I turned back to the window, I caught my shabby reflection staring at me. He gave me a head bob as if to say "come on, let's go, this ain't for us." I shook him off and went in. The salespeople were friendly and helpful. I selected a small brioche loaf.
When I got it home and took a closer look at it, I noticed it had a pointy crown. How the heck was I supposed to eat it? I imagined there was a small French list of "right ways" but I had no idea what they were. So, I did the American thing.....
Sliced it up, popped it in the toaster and slathered it with peanut butter and jelly!! It was absolutely delicious.
6th Arondissement
Paris
I like how your toast look babe!!! The peanut butter and jelly is definitely calling out to me... "EAT ME! EAT ME!!"
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Absolutely, as much french toast as you want, sweetie!
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