Saturday we ran all over the city. Walked around the Eiffel Tower, then several blocks to one the the best cheese shops in the city, Maire-Anne Cantin.One of the cheeses we purchased was a tangy creamy Roquefort. mmm.
We then set off for La Patisserie des Reves, the most "haute" bakeries I have ever seen. The unique displays are playful and elegant at the same time.
On our way to find the perfect cafe for a little sit, I realized we had stumbled to Epicurean Bon Marche. I had visited there on my previous visit to Paris. What a grocery store. For those who live in Chicago, its is like a Fox and Obel the size of a football field. Everything is tantalizing! I know we probably should have shopped at a less expensive market, but this is where we purchased the ingredients for our Sunday dinner. I have no regrets.
We roasted the freshly butchered Poulet Bresse, quite simply with a smear of butter inside and out, salt and pepper, and thyme and bay in the cavity. The potatoes were sprinkled with salt and pepper and a drizzle of olive oil. The vertes haricots, sauteed in butter and shallots. A glass of wine and what more could you possible want.
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