I have been thinking about Paris a lot lately.  It’s hard not to; Paris-themed books and food and merchandise lurk around every corner these days.  My local bookstore is currently featuring a book chock full of Parisian photos organized by color (spoiler alert: there are lots of pastels).  Macarons appear to be the new cupcakes (although nothing can come as close to perfection as the cake-to-frosting ratio of a cupcake from my favorite bakery, if you ask me).  My favorite food blogger and podcaster wrote a book about her time in Paris that I can’t stop reading and re-reading.  And…

First, a disclaimer: I love cow’s milk.  (You might have picked up on that from all my recent cheese talk.)  Skim milk was my absolute favorite thing to drink as a kid, all the way up to college.  I had heard horror stories about the “freshman fifteen”– the weight gain most people experience when they are free to eat whatever they feel like for the first time– and sure enough, I gained mine, at least partly because I thought it was ok to drink an entire gallon of milk every week by myself.  (Also because I hadn’t yet figured out…