I realized I was faced with a dilemma, one I could no longer avoid. If I continued down this avenue, it would only be a matter of time before gaining the feared and revered… Frenchman 15.
Paris is known for many beautiful things: from the Eiffel Tower to the Seine, take your pick. But for me, Paris hosts more than just a feast on the eyes and rather a feast in my stomach. Crusty artisanal baguettes, silky buttery cheese, juicy succulent figs… Dare I continue with frothy cappuccinos, fruity pops of wine, and bubbly sparkling water… Paris is not only delicious, it’s flat dangerous.
I only truly contemplated such dangers at PEONIES, a blush pink and leafy green coffee shop tucked into the 10ème arrondissement. There my eyes danced upon the vision of a floral-frosted cookie. I knew I didn’t need it, but I ordered it anyway. A seemingly carefree decision, but I assure you, my decisions have almost been too carefree.
Earlier that day I had eaten almond brioche.
And chocolate sandwich biscuits before that.
And the day prior I somehow ate a chocolate ganache cake yet still proceeded to buy chocolate sandwich biscuits.
Don’t mind how I racked my brain to justify consuming fresh apple cake waiting at home.
So somewhere between my third or fourth biscuit, I knew my life could not go on this way. Eating my last biscuit in the box I knew what I had to do: a Sugar Detox.
How was I actually going to detox, you may ask? For that’s like stripping the Champs de Mars of the Eiffel Tower – would it really be Paris without it? I feared an impending identity crisis.
My way of life had revolved around eating buttery, flaky goodness. Take last week. While harnessing the lingering effects of a cough, I visited a patisserie twice a day. Were these the doctor’s orders? I wish. Did it make me feel better? Absolutely. Chausson aux pommes, roûles de pistache, Suisse brioche, bring on the “meds.” Then I’d be strolling the aisles of the local grocery store. Biscuits with raspberry jam filling? McVitie’s with chocolate? Yes, please! Mind you my latest and greatest pastime involved me sitting and eating biscuits in a park.
I opened up about my dilemma to those I trusted most.
“Oh my god,” said Le Roux.
“Another patisserie today?” gasped Kahwehgi.
“I’m honestly impressed with your sweet tooth,” marveled Chèvre.
It brought me full circle to the flowered cookie before me. Slowly taking a bite, savoring each precious floral note of sweetness, I promised myself to become as fresh as this shop. I vowed to detox for one week.
Just like Rupi’s sequel book debut, I too shall be that flower which wilts and falls but also then roots, rises, and blooms… all without the dependency of butter and sugar.
I hardly recognize myself already…
*Le Roux, Kahwehgi, and Chèvre are nicknames intended for the anonymity of this blog
PEONIES: 8 rue de Faubourg Saint Denis