The Rooster has long been associated with Paris, but for me the surprise came when buying eggs. We have rented flats a couple of times in France and this means stopping by a local market for supplies. My first time in Paris, I encountered free range chicken eggs. I usually get cage free ones at home; not the same, When I tried to crack the first egg; it wouldn't. I felt like I was on Candid Camera. It took a major swing with a knife to do the deed. Friends who raise chickens tell me this is normal.
We took cooking classes in Barcelona and made paella. This is an all day thing. Thank God for Spanish wine. French wine goes a long way in attending a French Baking class.
Speaking of cooking, it is impressive to watch the cook bring together a wonderful dinner using a small portable gas stove while on safari aside the Chobe in Botswana.
I often volunteer to open the wine. More to come...
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