Saturday, March 9, 2013

Why Paula Deen is Actually French.

Yup, that's just a hunk of butter. Or three.

Here's more. The vendors just hack away at it as the market progresses; it's fantastic.


Not butter, but might as well be: Anne (my partner in cardiac crime) and I may have bought 7 types of cheese in one day. Zero regrets.

Grilled cheese, Paris-style: Good toasty bread with 2 cheeses, rustic mustard, and pear slices.

Cookies. Bigger than my face.
And now you know. You're welcome.

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