I am a big proponent of "slow food."
At work, current and previous, I always tried to get people out for lunch, sit down, and have a good meal.
I hate "brown bags," I never go to a drive-thru, and I don't like order-in food at work or home.
I like quality food, not too fancy but served esthetically—I love to cook for friends myself, and I like to make wines.
Today, when I got this picture of Lili, I realized how much I miss the European feel of Quebec, with restaurants, cafe shops, and good bakeries on every street corner, where life and food are good.
I went for lunch to the only French bistro in the area, Cafe Pyrenees, in Libertyville, IL, about 6 miles away, only to learn that they are closed until 5 p.m.
Having said that, I also realize that it has been a week since I came back from Quebec, and I did not cook once, not even tea, which I love to drink so often.
I was wandering around the supermarket. I read picture cards about a dozen fish they were selling. I finally knew what Tilapia and Halibut look like and where they come from. I walked out with a couple of bread rolls and a coffee cake.
It's pathetic, but I just have no energy or motivation.
Cafe Pyrenees
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