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I've just returned from my third trip to France (aka the motherland) and for the third time, I didn't look forward to eating all the traditional french cuisine in restaurants. I was in Lyon this time, known as the gastronomic capital of the country. But did I go looking for a bouchon to eat in? Oh no, that would be sensical. When I'm in France, I head for Monoprix or Franprix and I buy processed food that I can't get in the US.
A dinner of roasted chicken potato chips and a bottle of cider blows my mind.
A late night snack of cider and Tresor chocolate hazelnut cereal after a dramatic Isabelle Boulay concert? C'est parfait.
Tresor cereal is really all I need to survive if France would ever let me live within her borders. It's got the all-important hazelnut food group that's essential to nothing, but embodies deliciousness itself. Combined with milk, it gets even dreamier. It's extremely unfair that Kellogg's doesn't think Americans would like Nutella-stuffed pockets of joy for breakfast. I guess I could try recreating this cereal with Cap'n Crunch and a jar of Nutella, but it'll probably be weird and I don't want to disrepect the Cap'n.
I spent a week by myself in Annecy and Lyon, France. Short trip report: Annecy = charming; Lyon = huge. See the entire trip report, complete with videos, photos, and most importantly, me. You wouldn't want to miss the part about me.
Annecy at dusk.
Lake Annecy
Chimneys of Lyon
Lady, I know how you feel.
The building in the background (to the left) is my office. It's the ugliest building in downtown Atlanta. Every time I see it, I make like this statue chick by turning my back to it and shedding tears of sorrow. Yes, my job is that horrific. No, I'm not being dramatic at all.
This was taken in Oakland Cemetery, the oldest in the city. The rest of the photos from this day turned out even boring-er than this one, but at least I had a little made-up story to go along with it. The fakey sepia tone and gaussian blurring aren't here for laughs. It's humorlessly covering up how bad my exposure was.
I can't believe this is for real, but at the same time, I CAN believe it. I mean, I have to because it's the only thing I can hold onto as tangible evidence that chicken potato chips may one day be sold (and eaten) in the US.
Now, I'm not even going to speculate why this study costs $495 and why there are others on amazon that cost almost $800. But I'm taking it as a sign that they're serious, which is the absolutely correct demeanor to have when discussing chicken potato chips. It could also be that the authors are pulling a fast one, but I'd like to think that they wouldn't toy with my emotions like that.
I've heard that Canada does sell them and I'm not surprised. That land is forward-thinking and bows down to nobody...except that Queen of theirs, Liz. She probably gets to munch on chicken potato chips when she's home in England. Whatta lucky lady.