After our stay in Paris, we took the train down to Provence to stay at a tiny little hilltop hotel called Crillon Le Brave. There is no place more fancy casual. The french know how to live! After enjoying a day trip to Châteauneuf-du-Pape for wine tasting, we noticed a sign for chèvre on the side of the road near our hotel. My husband was kind enough to accommodate my u-turn request. He knows that there is no getting between me and my goat cheese. That, and a girl who has had a few glasses of Sancerre needs a snack.
While wandering the Parisian markets, I constantly saw beautiful baby artichokes that were begging to be cooked. I love love love artichokes, and will eat them any which way they are served. For the final feast prepared in our little kitchen, I decided to make an artichoke risotto I came across by Jamie Oliver. Not exactly french food, I know.
Despite the fact that there was a pastry or chocolate shop around every corner in Paris, I felt like my apartment's kitchen would have gone to complete waste if I didn't bake at least once. After finding a tart pan in the kitchen cabinet, I came up with grand plans to assemble a strawberry tart with fruit I purchased from the market.
My husband and I just recently returned from a great two week trip to France. There was no shortage of delicious food to be consumed...24/7. So after a few days of treating ourselves to almond croissants in the morning (more to come on that later), baguette sandwiches for lunch, duck confit for dinner, and buckets of wine, I decided that perhaps we should put our little apartment's kitchen to good use and make something healthy-ish. "Ish" being key here.