Chipotle, boulevard Montmartre |
My dream is to find a place that sells tamales,
but I’m not holding my breath. I did find them just once, at the Marché Saint
Germain of all places, but they weren’t as large or tasty as those I remember
from the U.S., and they were expensive, of course.
Two other items on my list are cannoli and
anise-flavored Sicilian cookies, which my great-grandmother used to make. There
must be some store in Paris that makes and sells them, given that we are so
close to Italy, but I’m not sure where. There’s a restaurant at the Carrousel
du Louvre that sells cannoli (of all places—but it’s part of an Italian
roadside diner chain), but here again, they don’t taste quite the way I
remember them. I haven’t found the cookies anywhere.
This is not to say that choice is lacking for food
in Paris. In addition to the huge variety of French foods that are obviously
available, you can find all sorts of more exotic stuff quite easily. Ordinary
supermarkets often carry buffalo-milk mozzarella, for example, imported
directly from Italy. And there’s a whole street of Indian markets near the Gare
du Nord where you can get almost anything you want from that country. Variety
is not lacking in Paris … if you can afford it (which I unfortunately cannot).
American comfort foods are not hard to find if you
know where to look, but they are extremely expensive. I’ve occasionally bought
Pop-Tarts, Kraft Mac & Cheese, tortilla chips, peanut-butter M&Ms, chili
con carne, Welch’s grape soda (now sadly impossible to find), and so on, but
not often, because I just don’t have the budget, and I’m not really a foodie,
anyway.
These days I subsist mainly on little pancakes with
syrup. They only cost €1.61 ($2.16) for a pack of six, so I can buy lots and
survive on them for several days using only two meal vouchers. They are good,
but eating them day in and day out does get old. They aren’t nutritionally
balanced, either, but when you are poor you can’t afford nutritional balance.
Sometimes I get bagel sandwiches, as there is one brand that makes excellent
ones, but they cost around €3.79 ($5.10) each, and I sacrifice several meals if
I buy them.
So why don’t I buy healthy food at open food
markets in Paris? Well, it costs a fortune, for one thing. And the markets are
only open when I’m working, as a general rule. And the food requires extensive
preparation, which consumes time that I don’t have. Open food markets are a
luxury for the rich. They are pleasant to look at but impractical to patronize,
except for people wealthy enough not to have to work, and well-to-do retirees.
A box of cookies is cheap, requires no preparation, and can be had at any
supermarket, even outside banking hours.
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