Until now. Yes France, I have arrived. And I'm a raw vegan. No, I don't eat cheese, I don't eat pain chocolate, and its true, I won't even eat your steamed string beans.
My friends at Prana once gave me the nickname "Nora the Raw Food Explora". Nora, well that's just not my name at all. However, I do think I've begun to earn the title "Explora". After a month and a few days of living and studying in Grenoble, I have done my fair share of culinary exploration. However, this is not the typical culinary research one would expect in the food capital of the world.
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High up in the Swiss Alps surrounding Grenoble |
So when the time came to get up and go, packing my bags was quite the ordeal. I left behind my blender, juicer, dehydrator and all. I brought the basics...and a little more. I had enough to hold me over for the first couple of weeks...and that took up the majority the space in my duffel. Forget clothing, I need my nut butters!
Much raw adventuring has ensued over the past month. Too much to summarize in a single, introductory message. So for now, I will leave you with this: Being raw in France is possible. It's more than possible, it's an absolute joy. It takes some creativity, determination and a sense of adventure...but if you are already into raw, you already have all of those qualities.
A bientôt et bien sûr, Bon appétit!