At one point on our food tour today, the guide talked about how, even today, the majority of French people shop for food every few days because they have very small refrigerators and like to go to specific markets, rather than a supermarché, so they visit the butcher and the baker, with whom they develop relationships.
I shop every few days, often going to supermarkets, of course, but also going to Terhune, Cherry Grove, Nassau Street Seafood, and Terra Momo (for bread), and this habit is a reminder of my grandma Honey, who used to take us up and down Avenue M (the Raskin family lived on Ocean Parkway between L and M). There was Frank and Ernie where I got pickles from a barrel. Also, of course, I loved nothing more than the blackout cake from Ebinger’s.
Today, we baked macarons at Le Cordon Bleu and walked along Rue Montorgueil, stopping at the bakery, as well as a bar/bistro where we had champagne and red wine, as well as some delicious eggs with sauces (a lot of mayonnaise).
Our tour guide mentioned that one of the seven deadly sins is, of course, gluttony, but that gourmand is not the same as gluttony. To be a gourmand is to enjoy food, although it has come to mean overeating, but, I think that the French rarely overeat because their food is fresh and they linger over their meals.
By the way, that is cheese in the glass and it was delicious on the very crusty bread they served.
I need a salade.
yogadonna 
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