J'aime le petit déjeuner français!

I hope that I said "I love French breakfast" in my title (is that even proper English grammar?), but I actually don't know if that's right. If you know French, feel free to correct me! :) I just had to express my affection for what I feel is truly lacking in America... good coffee + pastries.

Here is a picture of what might be a typical breakfast (but not all of those pastries at once...!)  Again, I don't have a camera, and so I just have to pretend that I took this picture.  Normally I have slices of baguette with jam, honey (or Nutella with my new family!), as well as some delicious coffee.  (Unfortunately, my cup has never had a pig on it like in this picture.) 

Now, one thing that I don't understand is why it's considered abnormal to eat cheese on my bread in the morning, but not in the afternoon.  When I did this before, I got a bit of a reaction (I won't say from whom... lol).  I mean, I love French breakfasts, and I love French cheese... why not combine the two?  I eat American cheese on my English muffins all the time back home.  Isn't that weirder?

(I hope no one is offended by my blog. I love both America and France, but I will warn you now: I will be making fun of both cultures because I find it funny to do so.  I have a twisted sense of humor sometimes...)

Anyway, back to French breakfasts... one thing I have yet to get used to is the fact that people drink their coffee out of bowls here, not cups.  Why? So they can dip their bread or croissant.  This might sound good to most people, but here are my thoughts about it: this only causes the perfectly-textured pastry to get soggy, and the perfectly-creamy coffee to get chunky.  Why do you do this, French friends?  I hope one of you can give me the answer...! ;)

On a more positive note about le petit déjeuner: I find it refreshing that the French eat their entire meal (not just breakfast, either) without getting up to do something.  I often have the urge to think of something I want to look up on my computer, or a task I need to do around the house... and I jump up to do it, even in the middle of my meal.  Not here.  In a sense, I've had to rethink the way my brain works, and just let things go until after the meal.  And really, when you're drinking a rich cup of coffee and nibbling on a freshly-baked croissant (without the bread-into-the-coffee dipping)... who would want to do anything else?