Well, lucky, lucky me. After all that complaining about Montreal winter, I got to jet off to Paris for a week. So, really, I have zero right to complain. Not that Paris was much warmer, but all the foie gras and other decadent delights distracted my love and I from the cold. January is actually a great time to visit Paris. There are far less tourists and restaurant reservations are much easier to come by.

Besides four nice bottles of wine, we brought back some south-western artisan foie gras by Jeanne Bertot, a small producer who uses no nitrites, and some duck rilletes with foie gras by the venerable Maison de la Truffe, founded in 1932, who specialize in truffles (duh) and  foie gras.

My small bag wouldn’t allow for a huge bounty of treats, but I did manage to squeeze in three jams, which I shall taste-test, compare, contrast and post about soon. I got one by Christine Ferber, one by Carla and one by L’Epicurien. Yes: jam session! Until then, here’s a shot of said treats on the mirrored coffee table in our hotel room (alongside some some of the best macarons in Paris: Pierre Herme’s little wonders in flavours like chestnut and matcha green tea, and white truffle and hazelnut) :

And a few more Paris snaps: