Only one week in, and already I'm craving something I rarely consume in the U.S. Peanut butter! Sometimes not that easy to find in Paris, hiding as it does among the Nutella and Speculoos, I grabbed it right away to throw into my first full basket of groceries at the neighborhood Franprix.
And voilà, my mid-afternoon snack on leftover baguette.
Like my life here, it's not entirely French, nor do I ever expect or wish for it to be. American in my soul, apparently American still in much of my palate, too.