I'm not cooking much these days and I don't like it.
I'm just too darned busy!
I am not starving: One of the perks of my job is free lunch on meeting days, and we have a lot of those. It's fast-ish food, of course, and I must put an end to it by spending some quality time in the kitchen this weekend, chopping vegetables and preparing dishes that will last into the week.
I seldom buy convenience foods at the supermarket. I am not a rigid purist, but high blood pressure runs in my family and I like to avoid sodium. I'll admit to buying Triscuits and - I've admitted this already - ready-made pizza or pie crust. Is that my father rolling over is his grave? Sorry, mon pere.
I love French convenience food. The notion that you can buy frozen Croque Monsieur intrigues me. I have never tried it, but one of these trips, I will.
On our last visit, my husband bought a ready-made hotdog from the lower level of a Fran Prix on Avenue de la Bourdonnais, about five blocks east of the Eiffel Tower. It was near the end of our trip, and he was craving American food.
"Not bad," he said, after zapping it for a bit in the microwave.
I prefer convenience appetizers, like the cunning little cheese bites above. They were topped with pimiento, chives and herbes de Provence. We both enjoyed them.
I was attracted by their cuteness. Yes, I was. Fortunately, they offered real flavor, too. I have found that convenience food is not necessarily tasteless in France.
By the same token, "cute" food does not always equal good food. I've been seduced by shape or size or packaging many times. We all have.
Have you ever been taken in by a cute food? If so, what was it? What did it taste like?