The New Diet… à la française

I love food. Well, who doesn’t, right? Actually I’m sure that guy that invented the drinkable solution that includes every necessary chemical compound for the human body to function for a couple days doesn’t. But, since I am not a mastermind food manipulator, I resort to what the great Pavarotti called “one of the most amazing things about life” – delicious food. Being in Paris, the self-proclaimed capital on fine gourmet dinners, the choice could not be better. Take a look at the pics and try not to collect at least 2 ounces of saliva. It is an absolute torture that endowing yourself in great food regularly leads to bad health, for otherwise I would be eating delicious Brie cheeses instead of writing this. (For the sake of argument I would like to point out that in my fantasy I imagine the Brie cheese melting away over an assortment of salamis and baguettes, while I recline on my wooden garden chair and observe the sun setting over the vineyard of the Chateau.) Besides the impacts on health, food in France (specifically in Paris)  also comes with another catch, their servers. Whether in a supermarket or a restaurant it will always be the case that French purveyors of food exploit their position by making it seem that the bacon you are eating indeed came from their mother’s ribcage. After a while you learn to manage this though and laugh about it. Just be happy, and remember the three Epicurean “F’s”: friends, freedom and food!

Jamie A Cowan © shutterLIVING