You Can Take the Girl Out of France, But…

Just to make that clear and to avoid confusion: I am not nor have I ever been French. Unfortunately, might I add. But I have been a francophile as long as I can remember, possibly since the first time my parents took me there when I was three and the only thing I can remember is sitting in a black and brown „Ente“ (or „deux chevaux“ as I just learned) driving somewhere.

But nevertheless I managed to enjoy a four course bento box meal for lunch today. It’s not that hard, actually, but I was thrilled once I discovered that I don’t have to give up those marvelous eating habits I’m trying so hard to adapt.

The menu, if you’d like to call it so, went like this:

Entrée
Tomato and cucumber salad, seasoned with salt and coarsely ground pepper

Plat
Yesterday’s leftovers, which was Asian stirfry with rice

Fromage
One babybel cheese

Dessert
Japanese caramel flavored pocky sticks

Now I suppose that if I just try a little harder I’ll be able to enjoy a first class four course lunch at my desk every now and then.