Spicy Cup Pepperoni Pizza

I made pizza to celebrate my egg scrambler’s epic victory at the pinewood derby. Her favorite is pepperoni, and so is mine. When I saw a tub of “spicy cup pepperoni” at Wegman’s I had to find out whether it would crisp and curl the way I would want it to.

It did! It is quite pungent and very salty. I will buy it again over the regular stuff.

The winning car:

Paris Bagel Review

I purchased my Little American Bread at one of Paris’s best regarded bagelries, “Bagels & Brownies.” (I did not order a brownie.) Here is the bag it came in, along side a bottle of Snapple. Snapple! The most appropriate drink to accompany a bagel, other than maybe coffee. 

Ok, so what was the bagel like? It was like this:

I ordered a sesame bagel with lox and chive cream cheese. It is harder and harder to find chive cheese these days; you usually get scallion. The bagel had a nice exterior with lots of sesame seeds, even on the bottom. It was chewy and tasted right. The cream cheese and lox tasted as they should. 

In short, this was a good bagel. You can get better in College Park or Highland Park or Providence, and much better in Brooklyn or Manhattan. But this was on par with most bagel chains and considerably better than a Dunkin’ Donuts bagel. 

In conclusion, yes, it is now possible to find a decent bagel in Baguette City. If you have been away from home for a month, you just might want one. 

Hidden Hamburger

There is a hamburger bun under that egg, and a pretty tasty burger with cheese and unidentifiable sauce and accent meat. Of course, the French choose to Frenchify the hamburger, a food item that combines German, British, and American cuisine. It’s why they put cheese on the top of their ham sandwiches and serve their hot dogs on baguettes. 

No, I did not eat the sad tomato. 

Le cheesecake

France is known for its cheese, of course, but the phrase “French Cheesecake” is not one I had encountered before today. It sounds like it should refer to a silver screen starlet or can-can dancer, non?


Here we have a slice of cheesecake, the baked foodstuff made with cheese. I saw it in a cheese shop window on the Île Saint-Louis and was intrigued. It looked like a soft cheese, but it looked even more like a cheesecake with no crust or toppings of any kind. There was nothing else in the window that looked like anything other than cheese. Andi asked the shopkeeper what it was, and he said it was a cake made with French white cheese. A cheesecake. Andi bought me a slice. 

It was mildly sweet with a hint of lemon flavor. It was light and not at all overbearing on a warm 4th of July. It reminded me of Italian ricotta cheesecake but it was lighter. It was delicious. Eat some. 

I can’t-can’t think of a joke to end the post. Cheesecake.