Thing I Love About the French 003

The way they eat. From the moment I arrived in France, I have done nothing but stuff my face. It's down right blasphemous to turn down a slice of tarte tartin, right? Who am I to say no to such a delectable treat? And, I mean, you gotta have at least two slices of bread with every meal. Otherwise, all the leftover juices from the poppyseed chicken you just ate would go to waste, so it's only practical. I can't, of course, forget the cheese. Eat it after lunch and dinner. Always. No exceptions. Okay, fine, I admit it. Sometimes I turn down the cheese. It's often smelly and as much as I wish I was fully French, I'm not yet at the point of forsaking cheddar.
You'd think that surrounded by all of this deliciousness that I'm prepping myself to be rolled onto my Oregon-bound flight. Surprisingly, not at all. I haven't gained a single ounce. The secret: balance. In France you don't deny yourself, but you also don't eat a 1/4 pound hamburger paired with bottomless steak fries (I miss you Red Robin...). Lunch and dinner normally include a fair share of veggies and are followed by fruit or yogurt. Artificial ingredients are avoided, replaced by fresher options. They've got the whole balance thing down and I'm certainly reaping the benefits.

Disclaimer: I claim only to know what I like, nothing abut nutrition, cooking, or the art of French cuisine.