it is a bouillie de sarrasin. (from either normandy or brittany.)
after 3 years of being in love with france, you’ve finally found the one thing that you don’t love.
which is not bad, considering that you like everything else.
but this, a mix of buckwheat flour and milk, then sautéed in butter and dusted with sugar… just doesn’t cut it for you.
more importantly, thanks to this discovery, the night was filled with lots of laughs, some amazing faces being made, and a new point of reference for future inside jokes.