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This past weekend I ventured down to the local French bakery and bought 4 baguettes. Yes, four. They are truly authentic French baguettes, similar to what we would have bought when I lived in France. And they only cost $1.50 — about what I paid 18 years ago in France!
The baguettes were still warm when I bought them. So even though hubs was still sleeping I had to wake him up. You see on our honeymoon — in France — he went to the bakery to get our breakfast and the croissants were still warm. He ate two before I even woke up.
He had never eaten anything like it. And while he was waxing poetic about warm, buttery, flakey croissants, I interrupted, “And you didn’t wake me up?”
It was almost the start of our first fight as a married couple. He saved himself by explaining that he thought I had always eaten warm when I was a student in France.
No, no I didn’t.
Anyway, long story short …. We made one of our favorite breakfasts on Saturday morning, known as Petit Dejeuner at our house. It’s nothing tricky, just baguette, slathered with butter and jam with a big cup of coffee for dipping. So good!
What made it even better was the jar of Olallieberry Jam that I bought on our vacation a few weeks ago. Oh my! That was delicious.
By far, petit dejeuner is one of our family’s favorite breakfasts. While I could make a semblance of a baguette on my own. I’m thinking $6 for eight of us to eat our fill is not a bad deal.