Sometimes I like to pretend I’m French.
This happens by…
- watching French films- Breathless, Amelie and The Illusionist are my favorites
- singing along with Rufus Wainwright- even though I have no idea what I’m saying
- trying to dress chic- doesn’t normally happen considering how much I love my sweatpants
- eating meals consisting entirely of baguettes
And that’s just what I did the other night. I made my first ever homemade baguettes for a dinner party. The recipe made 4 loaves so I saved one for my roomies and I to enjoy over the next couple days.
I didn’t really feel like making dinner a few nights later so I cut off a chunk of baguette and stuck in under the broiler until its sides browned and the middle held a crispy crunch. Then, in true Francophile fashion, I topped the steaming bread with honey and my own little twist, shaved parmesan cheese.