So much is written about the French and how they eat a lot but never get fat. It’s true, you don’t see many overweight French … women at least. I do see the guy with the beer belly.
Few friends have more than coffee for breakfast. Maybe a pain du chocolat which is chocolate roll. And then they have a – at least to me – huge lunch. Entrée et plat, or plat et desert. And by plat, I mean what I consider a dinner meal. Steak. Fish. Big. Heavy. Sauces. Yes, you can get a salade but I see the French eating the plat more often. (And burgers are more often on the menu than in the past. Burgers have become a gourmet item here.) And then maybe a snack about 4 when the kids get home from school. And a big dinner again about 8 or even 9 pm.
Yes, they do walk a lot. But I think it is more that they don’t snack. You eat when you are at the table. And that’s it. And when you eat that much, your stomach is full! In fact, for me, uncomfortably full. Like, I don’t even want chocolate!
I also notice a lack of vegetables compared to the US. Our steaks are almost always accompanied with potatoes AND veggies. Here, potatoes are de rigeur. But not veggies. It’s a white world.
Yesterday I had a delicious lunch – supreme du poulet. Chicken breast! Sauce. And pasta. I miss chicken.
At the meal with my French friend at her house with her friends, she served aperitif (asked me what the word was in English – I love it when it’s the same and it surprises them so much!). Champagne, carrots, dip, raw leek and olives.
The plat was melted cheese- Mont d’Or – a Cantin. It comes in a wood basket, wine is poured into the center of the cheese, then put in the oven to bake and bubble and get a nice crust. Then it is served on top of potatoes (HUGE potatoes) with a plate of cold cuts – beef and ham. And after, a tiny salad. Then tarts for dessert. They don’t really make pies here. But they love tarts. And everyone finished their plates.
Now that I think about it, it seems like all French are members of the Clean Plate Club. There’s nothing left.