You can't send food to America.

Today I was on the other side of town when I realized that I forgot to send my package! I had been lugging it around with me all day, and I really wanted to get rid of it. When I say on the other side of town, think of it this way: There are 2 blocks south of Parliament Square, Parliament square is one big block, and then there are 2 blocks north.. I mean, there are more than that, but I was at the bottom of the 2 blocks south, and the only post office I knew of was 2 blocks north! And after walking so much already (I walk all of the time here), I had to walk all the way to the post office.

When I got to the post office, I talked to the nice old man behind the counter in FRENCH, and then he told me..

You can't send food to America.

But you can send food from America to France! How do French-Americans get their real macarons, and delicious food that we don't have in the USA? Why is France so selfish, why won't the French share? Not fair!

So I walked back home with my package in my bag, again. I wasn't sending the package (to my mom, dad and sister) for the food, but it just so happened that this tin box that I really liked came with food, so it was all going to the USA! Except now it's not. So while the tin will still be sent (No problem! Cheaper shipping!), the food is all for me. I bought it in a small town surrounded by a huge stone wall.. I won't post a picture of what the tin looks like until my family gets it, but I felt that I should share the cookies with everyone! That's what was in the tin. Les galettes and les palets.

To your left we have les palets, and to your right we have les galettes.

Le palet. It's thicker, and softer than le galette. 

It tastes kind of stale.. and faintly like fish.

And then we have le galette. It's more like a cookie. Less on the fishy side, but still stale and sort of salty?

I'm glad the French wouldn't let me send these home. They were probably a bit embarrassed. I guess my family will just have to try everything when they visit!