America Has No Bread
I’ve gone to Wegmans twice since I’ve been back from France, looking for pastries and bread.
After watching many Parisians walking through their city munching on just a loaf of bread, I wondered what the deal was. So on my final day in Paris, on my way to the airport, I stopped in a shop and fumbled through the French that would get me some kind of baguette. Boy, was that tasty.
I carried half the large loaf all the way back to the States with me. Berta tried some, Abby tried some, and even Riley tried some. I think it was probably a little stale by the time they got to it, but it was still pretty tasty. And so I thought I would go to the only place that I know to create pastries anything like what I had seen in France to pick up something in the morning.
But unfortunately, America has no bread.