Alpine dining

Ok, first of all, you guys are not participating in the interactive blogging which means I'm going to have to be creative and come up with my own French stereotypes to blog about. Not today, though. Today, we're talking about food.

There's this problem I have here in France where I can't.stop.eating. The reason for this, clearly, is that the food is delicious. This is especially a problem here in the Alps where everything is so hearty. For example, last night I had this pasta dish in which I could hardly find the pasta because of all of the heavy cream and melted cheese. I'm lactose intolerant, so this was a poor choice. But I couldn't stop. There are also these two cheeses that are made really close to Val d'Isere called Reblochon and Beaufort. Reblochon is kind of a mild soft cheese, Beaufort is a little stronger (but not in a gross way) and it's a hard cheese. And there's an open air market on Mondays where the vendors force little bites of cheese on you as you walk by, very innocently trying to buy whole grain cereal and granola bars so you don't become obese, obesity being the deadliest of sins to the French. Today, as you know, is Monday. I am therefore so full of cheese I can hardly move. Added to all of this cheese are normal French things like having pastries and Nutella on brioche for breakfast. Between the cheese and the pastries, I'm pretty much screwed.

So here's my big question (prefaced by a statement): From what I have gathered, French people do not eat a lot of fruits and vegetables. They eat very few whole grains (just try to find brown rice in a grocery store, for real). They do, however, eat lots of really buttery and sugary things as well as lots of very heavy cream-based dishes. They also drink copious amounts of espresso and wine, neither of which is diet-friendly. Additionally, I rarely see French people exercising (although maybe they all have super-chic expensive gym memberships). So, dear readers, please tell me how, how, how do French women of all ages have butts like 12-year-old boys?

Now, give me some more stereotypes, people!

Until next time, gros bisous from the French Alps.