Une dépendence à les macarons

Today I did something I never should have done…I tried my first macaron (a French macaroon).  I ordered the café (coffee) flavored one at a boulangerie (bakery) around the corner from one of my school buildings, and it was out of this world.  While we were hanging out in the lobby of a different building, there was a guy handing out some leftover ones, too, so I also tried a mini vanilla one, which was excellent.  They’re nothing like the macaroons in the US, however; they aren’t made with coconut.  They’re actually more like a cookie sandwich that’s filled with cream or butter.  Like…oh my gosh.

It probably would have taken several months to discover these if it weren’t for Marina, who has been here for a semester already.  She actually recommended that I avoid them at all costs because of their absolute deliciousness, but of course I did not take her advice and bought one at the first chance I got (which happened to be today after lunch).  I don’t even now what’s going to happen now as a result.

We had an excellent dinner last night at La Petite Chaise.  I tried the foie gras for an appetizer, and it was pretty good.  Although I’m really glad I tried it, I don’t think I have the heart to order it again, however, since the geese used to make it are treated so cruelly.  For my dinner, I ordered two fish served over a bed of the best sauerkraut I’ve ever tasted, and it was in a delicious white sauce.  The chocolate cake for dessert was delicious, as well.  Thanks, BC, for a delicious dinner.

Tonight we’re planning on going to a club called Wagg to meet up with other international kids and the Sciences Po kids organized it.  It should be pretty fun, and I’m looking forward to it.  I should probably go pick up a bottle or two of wine…