Farm Fresh

I was at a farmer’s market the other day–picking out juicy strawberries, eggs from free-meadow chickens, a wedge of sharp & fragrant aged cheddar cheese, and yellow apples that were crisp and sweet and, well, delicious.

And I was reminded of a month we spent in Paris, where I realized: What we in America call gourmet, the French simply call food.

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