In Paris it seems as if butter makes everything better. Butter, duck fat, more butter, goose fat, creme fraiche and did I mention butter? Croissants that melt in your mouth, foie gras that makes you shed a little tear as it hits the back of your tongue, duck confit that falls off the bone and begs you to eat it. If I didn't have to walk up 4 flights of stairs each time I come and go from the flat, as well as walking to and fro while riding public transportation everyday; I would have gained at least 20 pounds this last month.
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Cory, with mom posting this one, I couldn't help but think of your eating dilema there in the ABQ.
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