Whilst strolling leisurely along the Seine one sunny Autumn day, I spotted something familiar. It was the cover of a cookbook I knew– Jamie Oliver’s America.
A cookbook, I might add, that I didn’t have.
It was all in French.
“Win-win” I thought, as I would 1) add another cookbook to my ever expanding collection. One with the memory of purchasing said book in Paris, and 2) I’d also be forced to expand my limited French language skills as well. What a brilliant souvenir!
So brilliant in fact, 6 more French cookbooks ended up coming home with me…..doh!