I know that I have already posted about strawberries and pancakes, but I saw this recipe in The Globe and Mail last weekend and I was dying to try it - and the strawberries continue to reel me in at the fruit market. These made the fluffiest pancakes I have ever had, definitely worth the extra time it takes to separate and whip the egg white. These may become my new favourite pancakes, replacing my old standard. They did have a super butter-y taste though, which was nice but maybe competed a little with the maple syrup and strawberries; next time I may try them with vegetable oil instead of the melted butter. Also, as we couldn't find any buttermilk here, we made them with regular milk, but I find French milk to be quite sour, so it was probably pretty close in the end.
Nothing as fun as a trip to the races this afternoon though - instead I did the racing (or plodding, is more like it) around the park. I always wish I could take my camera with me on my runs in Paris, as I find them very entertaining. Not only do I get to see the sights of Paris as I jog along, but my fellow Parisian runners are a sight to see as well. Almost all Parisians run very, very slowly (which I like, as I fit in well) and their running costumes are often quite interesting. The few other women are often decked out in scarves, and the will wear anything from a fisherman sweater with an Andy Capp hat, to cut-off (booty) acid wash jean shorts, to pretty much everything in between. It's also fun just to watch Parisians going about their day - impeccably dressed young children playing on scooters or kicking around soccer balls, impeccably dressed adults super-reclining, smoking and looking at fenced-off grass, old men arguing over a game of boules, and couples strolling slowly hand-in-hand (as well as a fair many other sights that aren't sometimes so sweet, but I'll leave those for another day).
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