Everything Tastes Better In France

You know those people who come back from living in France and complain about how bad Australian bread is? I always hated them I really did. It’s bread. Bread. You can’t exactly get it wrong.

Sadly though, after 5 months here, I’ve realised you can. The bread here is amazing. I think the baguettes are actually made out of heaven. They’re so serious about their bread here that when you go into a bakery they ask you how well done you want it. The other day the baker held up a baguette and said to me “is this one okay?” I got the feeling he would’ve let me taste it like one does with wine if I’d wanted to.

Anyway, bread isn’t the most important subject of this story. The point I’m trying to make here is that French food tastes delicious. Almost always. In every possible way.

So anyway, the other day I had to buy some cough medicine. It’s just your regular over the counter syrup (with no flavour specified) from a random pharmacy. So I took the first dose expecting some horrendous fake cherry attempt to cover up the blatant medicine flavour, when to my surprise it tasted kind of nice. And I thought about it for a while and realised it tasted like something. Something I ate quite often. Something delicious. And then it struck me: crème brûlée. My cough medicine tastes like crème brûlée. France is now officially better at cuisine than any other country I know.

P.S. I was about to publish this post when I paused to get a piece of gum. I’ve never had this gum before, but I bought it because the flavour is called “chlorophylle” and I wondered how on earth that was possible. Anyway, it actually tastes like the dye in plants in the most delicious way imaginable. That is all.