Lost In Limoges

From the sheep-dotted pastures of France's underpopulated Southwest, Limoges rises in all its grey glory. The city's claim to fame: fine porcelain. The half-timbered houses of the Medieval center are surrounded by strip malls and McDo. Land-hungry Brits descend with flailing pocketbooks (thanks, RyanAir). The weather is remarkably cool year-round. Sure, I live on rue de Nice, but this is NOT the Cote d'Azur. Welcome to Limoges, "the middle of nowhere"-- or as Pierre says "everywhere"-- France.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

We Love Foie Gras



There's been a lot of hoopla over Chicago's controversial ban of foie gras. I mean, doesn't the city have more pressing problems to deal with?

The blogging world has covered the topic ad nauseum:
"Foie Gras Today. Tomorrow, veal. The day after, vegan Big Brotherism."

And some philosophically argue: "Nobody would object to force-feeding a sick animal for the animal's benefit. It's the force-feeding on top of the animal-killing..."

Despite all this, I think the delicious factor can't be disputed. Close your eyes, forget where the stuff comes from, forget imagining how the French ever devised the dish in the first place, and you'll swoon at the rich, fatty goodness that just melts in your mouth.

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