She sent out for one of those short, plump little cakes called petites madeleines, i raised to my lip aspoonful of the tea in which i had soaked a morsel of the cake An exquisite pleasure had invaded my sense, but individual, detached, with no suggeation of its origin.

—— Marcel Proust <In Seach of Lost Time>

I just read an english journal which quotes the sentence from my favorite novel that I had read the chinese edition long before. Proust give me a chance to look into the spirtual life of Frence. Not only the presuit of good food, but also the metaphysical desire for beauty. Food starts to carry special meaning that French used to have.

Back to my daily life, having baguette with blueberry jam, mini croissant or sliced cheese cake became a habit. Those French Bread and Cake in Chinese style are nutritious and savoured very mouthful. It provides me an alternative to replace my main course.

Fresh bread or delicate Cake with hot become what i need to wipe away melancholy. Just perfect~ That feeling of exquisite grants food an irreplaceable importance in life, but not means expensive. Every earthman can be enjoy it, no matter people live in which place beside French.

And after this essay, I'd discontinue more exquisite tastes because of making preparations for the coming TOEFL.