One of Frank’s and my fondest memories of our trips to France was a picnic of cheese from the market on still-warm chunks of a big baguette fresh from the oven in Fontaine-de-Vaucluse.
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Picture by the wonderful Corey Amaro, her post of 12-19-12,
on her daily blog Tongue in Cheek
I learned from the daily email from The National Day Calendar that today is National French Bread Day. Mais oui! It’s every day in France. Our French Conversation group was discussing remembrances of favorite French foods. Of course there were madeleines, one recalled a fine bouillabaisse. Me? I recalled the bread, especially the lovely pointy-ended rolls my French host called “l’ancienne” – done in the ancient way. To.Die.For.