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Usually, when I am in France, friends and family taunt me because they assume I can’t find decent bread in London. Well, they couldn’t be more wrong. I have better bread than when I was living in Paris. There is a lovely French boulangerie just around the corner. The owner happens to be from Bosnia, and learned to become a baker while working for the French army in Sarajevo. It is a very London story, isn’t it? As a result, I have fresh bread, croissants and pains au chocolat every morning, and the short walk to get my morning pastries is always a pleasure, even when it is pouring. I just love it. Let’s face it, it is even better than France. There it is. I said it.

In fact, in a funny way, I miss French yogurts in London. This is what the yogurt department looks like in my local supermarket, and even after more than 10 years over here it puzzles me.

Because you see, in France, yogurts come in individual pots. You buy them by the dozen, and it lasts a whole week. In London, you buy a big pot, and it only lasts two to three days. Not to mention that you never now how much yogurt you are really having unless you use a kitchen scale (which I don’t). The taste is sort of the same, but not exactly. The brands are different. Apparently, there is a company that sells French products (at a London price obviously) around here, but frankly, I don’t think that it is worth paying extra to have, let’s admit it, something similar.

This means that I have to get used to British yogurts. I am still learning. I know that it is a first world problem but right now I feel a bit homesick. I suppose that it is this time of the year. 
Don’t get me wrong, it is not all bad: I learned to love fishcakes and Yorkshire puddings over here. I suppose that it is my lot in life to be stuck somewhere between France and the UK.

On this note, I leave you with a video that sums it all up… 

Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London