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Rest and Chillax’in in Paris

Class at Bob'sSunday was class day and Arletty and I gathered our strength, for I had to teach and she had to translate. But first we had to schlep all of our ingredients and equipment over to Bob’s Juice Bar. Now Bob’s Kitchen was right around the corner, but not the Juice Bar, it was 3 times further… not a fun hike. The class went great. Everyone seemed happy and well fed. With our weekend duties behind us we were ready for some restin’ and chillax’in.


Did I mention that Arletty is a phenomenal host? I told her she should offer a rawfoodist travel and tour support for people that come through Paris. She’s got Paris dialed in, especially the out of the way places that most tourists don’t know about. And of course there’s her culinary creations. At the moment there aren’t any rawfood options in Paris, so it was great to be able to connect with someone who speaks the universal language of rawfoods. Over the next few days I was able to do some exploring on my own and also visit some places with Arletty. I went to the Louvre one morning and got a healthy dose of painting and sculpture. The weather seemed to be cooperating with us and we were able to visit some of the Parisian parks that were bursting with Spring growth. These were my favorite excursions, when I was able to be with the trees and plants, a brief respite from concrete and cars. Call me a “candy ass” if you wish, but Paris is a little to busy for my taste. A nice place to visit but I not sure if I could be happy living there.

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Thai Style in Paris

Kitchen CruWhen we left off, Arletty and I were preparing food in her tiny flat for the Thai style dinner at Bob’s Kitchen. The picture above is of “Bob’s Kitchen” kitchen, not Arletty’s. I spiralized zucchini in the living room and cracked coconuts while Arletty prepared smoothies in the kitchen. Eventually I took my turn with the Vita and prepared the almond miso sauce and the Thai coconut soup. Some where during all of this I also made the green papaya salad. Dinner went from 1 seating to 2. I was unsure about having enough food but we had just enough soup to feed the masses and portions left over of everything else. Arletty at KitchenSome how Arletty was able to seat people, take drink orders and serve all the people in the restaurant while I focused on finishing the food prep on location and plating everything. We were under staffed but pulling through some how. A friend of Arletty’s, Jeff, showed up for the dinner and offered to help… we took him up on the offer. Mark also rolled up his sleeves and rescued us from the mountain of dishes that was forming in the sink. The reviews seemed to be good. There were some complaints regarding too much “spice” in some of the dishes. No one told me in advance that French peeps don’t like “the heat”. The same seems to be true in Italy and Ireland as well. Wow! What a night. We got out of Bob’s Kitchen at about 11 pm, but the night wasn’t finished. We had invited a couple of dinner guests that had driven in from Belgium (Katarina and Karima) back to the flat to talk about the rawfoods scene in Europe. Katarina invited me to teach a class in Belgium which we scheduled for the end of May. We were able to turn in for the night at about 1am. The following Sunday morning, with no recovery time, we put on a raw food class… not the best idea, but we pulled it off. The class was held at Bob’s Juice Bar and 12 folks packed into its cozy confines. I taught the class while Arletty translated into French. By the days end we were both wiped out. With the dinner and class behind us it was time to enjoy Paris. More to come. Keep it Live!