Laetitia and I went to a fitness class tonight and we were supposed to bring home the bread for dinner. Well, we forgot the bread...and nothing makes a frenchman more unhappy than eating a meal without a fresh baguette (right, dad?). We were scouring the kitchen to find any bread-like product to appease Christophe. Thats when I found two, gigantic, hamburger buns (left over from Sloppy Joe night) and I proposed some garlic bread...which is, in fact, not a thing in France. I spread some butter on the bread and sprinkled cheese and garlic salt on top- after popping those babies under the broiler for a few minutes they were set. At first Christophe refused to eat it, saying "Oh no no no, we are doing a bad thing here." But then he had a bite and was sold. In fact, Laetitia got up and made more! I only had a small pinch of it at their insisting I "eat like the family," and I had to adamantly refuse the second serving they were pushing on me, but Laetitia had a huge serving. Which is why I was so confused when I grabbed two madeleines for dessert and Laetitia said "oh no, Allie! You can't!"....I don't think I will ever understand why some foods with exorbitant amounts of carbohydrates, butter and cheese are okay....but a simple madeleine crosses the line. What the heck, France?
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