About three weeks into my eight-month stint here in France, I began craving almond butter. I missed slathering it on apple and banana slices, drizzling it on top of hearty smoothie bowls and, I’ll admit, eating it straight out of the jar with a spoon. At first, I tried to suppress these cravings because I had heard time and time again that any form of nut butter is extremely difficult, if not impossible, to find in France. I was just going to have to get used to it, or eventually convince my mom to send me some from New York.
However, due to my utter lack of self-control and inability to ignore these cravings, I found myself soaking wet on a gray and torrential-downpour kind of Wednesday morning a few weeks ago trekking 30 minutes to Saveurs de la Terre, the closest organic (or, as they say in Europe, bio) market in the Vendôme area. This was it; I was finally going to find my almond butter.
A whopping 12 euros later and I was the proud owner of Senfas Crème D’Amandes Complètes. I fit the glass jar snuggly into my bag, ensuring its protection from the unrelenting rain as I left the store. Bracing myself for the long walk home, I was entertained by the thought of all the almond butter and jelly sandwiches I was going to eat for lunch that week.
The first order of business upon returning home? A taste test, obviously.
I kicked off my rain boots, threw my jacket on a hanger, and peeled off my soaking wet jeans. Kicking them to the side, I aggressively bit off the plastic wrap with my teeth and took a spoon to the jar.
And boy, did it taste heavenly. Smooth, with only the occasional crunch of nutty chunks, and deliciously fragrant.
France thought it could keep me away from almond butter? HAH.
My spoon was immersed halfway into the jar for the inevitable second helping and my lips were lined with almond oil when suddenly, I paused. What was I doing?
One of the main reasons I decided to move to France after graduation is because I wanted an authentic culinary experience. I wanted to be in an environment where people eat as close to the land as possible, where the innate harmony between human beings and the land that’s feeding us is closer to reality than it is a figment of nostalgia. I wanted to taste what it’s like to walk into a grocery store and see fruits and vegetables grown in France, by farmers. And, perhaps most importantly, I wanted to fully immerse myself in the gastronomic culture of a country many deem to be one of the culinary capitals of the world. From baguette to cheese to crepes to crisp haricot verts, to boeuf bourguignon, to confit de canard, to quiche and all the way back baguette again, I wanted to taste it all.
And yet, here I was, half naked, soaking wet, and spoon-feeding myself almond butter.
This is not to say that almond butter is unhealthy or processed. The problem is that it’s decidedly not French. And at that moment, right at the precipice of my second spoonful, I came to understand that the all the sweet and savory opportunities that present themselves when traveling abroad are only realized if I allow myself to be changed. There is undoubtedly value in the experience of tasting French classics and, in return, introducing American dishes to the locals here. There is also value in the occasional indulgence of American flavors as one of the best remedies for homesickness. However, there is a vast difference between mutual cultural exchanges and stubbornly hanging on to something I had grown to love in America. Guilty of the latter, I wasn’t allowing myself to fully embrace the flavors of France.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to finish that jar of almond butter because I can’t stand wasting food. Plus, it was 12 euros, after all. But I also promise you that it was the first and the last time I ever buy almond butter in France.
11 thoughts on “why I’ll never buy almond butter in France again”
Nice posting — very cute. After more than five years of living in France, I think we’ve tried all the tastes — from simple and rustic to Michelin-starred restaurants — that the country has to offer. And we’re not tired of them yet! (Although it’s handy that there’s a good Thai restaurant in a neighbouring village.)
Thank you for reading! It’s difficult to get tired of French food. But I agree that mixing it up every now and then never hurt!
After 7 months in France, I am really frustrated and bored with the blandness of French food; its obsession with meat, dairy and sugar. I find it “un cauchemare” and of course the attitude to anything new here is “but this is the way we’ve always done it!”.
I find myself ordering food online, via eBay, from the UK to be delivered here. We have a ‘Vie Claire’ close by but I find it still limited and expensive.
I am just about to give 3 months notice on our house, so we won’t be here much longer 😀
You know you can make your own Almond Butter, right? Literally almonds, water, vanilla seeds and a blender. It takes a while but it’s cheaper than 12 euros lol.
Em (The Experimental Vegetarian)
I have made my own almond butter. It’s delicious!
And yes, I will admit that French food is meat, dairy, and sugar-heavy, but I have also found that there’s an abundance of fruits and vegetables at the local markets.
loved this post! my partner and i are planning a trip to france this summer and, while i’m really excited to delve into the culinary culture, as someone who no longer eats dairy (for health reasons rather than ethical ones), i’m a little concerned about what i’ll be able to eat! plus, my partner and i are mostly fish-eating vegetarians. is there any hope for us? 🙂
It will be a bit of a challenge because the majority of the food in France is dairy and meat-heavy but certainly not impossible! Depending on the region in France where you’ll be, there’s usually always fish on the menu. And lots of salads as well!
We’ll probably be in the Normandy region – cheese and dairy heartland. Lots of fish, I hope.
Lovely sentiments! Enjoy the food. For me, a country’s food is an eye into the soul of it’s people.
Thank you, Heidi. I most definitely will! And yes, I agree – one of my favorite things about travelling is learning about and tasting new foods.