If I died and was reincarnated as a cockroach, I would ask to be assigned to this “grocery”… :) Minutes after settling in to our small but wonderful flat in Paris, the sun had set and we knew we had to venture out to the nearest “grocery” to stock our empty fridge. The first day after a long plane ride is always discombobulating and combined with the jet lag, you never know when you are going to be sleepy or famished or both, so it’s best to be prepared…
La Grande Épicerié is one of the most amazing “groceries” I have ever been to, and it was just a five minute walk from our place. After spending a few minutes browsing (and I took no photos indoors as the last time I was curtly asked NOT TO by grocery security), we decided to get two kinds of pate (a country or campagne and some duck pate), some Poilane bread, some sliced ham, three kinds of pre-washed lettuce, a bottle of salad dressing, some cheese and fruit. Closer to home, from the corner “sari-sari store” we loaded up on water and sodas. I had had my heart set on a foie gras sandwich like this one I had the last time I was in that grocery, but they where nowhere to be found. Bummer.
For dinner at say 6pm, I had a half of a thick slice of both pates, a huge salad, bread and some cheese. We really should have had some wine with this, but I forgot to buy a bottle. This “meal” totally hit the spot, a taste of Paris, fast! And after a brief attempt to put stuff away, I was snoring and in a deep, deep slumber…
Meanwhile, a side lesson in lettuce, some ready to eat supposedly washed and dried lettuce, from the grocery — here some hearts of frisee, a type of endive that is crunchy, slightly bitter and wonderful on the palate, one of my favorites!
And here, some lamb’s lettuce or mache, which is soft and gentle and provided an altogether different mouthfeel and flavor. We also had a pack of mixed greens that I didn’t bother to take a photo of.
Jet lag had me rising at 3am, (almost lunch time in Manila) and my stomach was growling again. So in the wee hours of the morning, I had some ham, cheese, bread and a salad with some slices of golden apples with the most amazing pre-packaged salad dressing from Maille. If I could have brought back a case of that stuff, I would have. I don’t usually buy pre-packaged dressings, but to minimize bottles and such we did — and I was sopping up leftover dressing on my plate with the bread. It had been less than 12 hours since we settled into the flat, and we had had four meals between us at an average cost of roughly Euro4-5 per person, not bad eh?