A few years ago, my sister and her (now) husband were living in Paris and Jon & I went to visit them for a lovely 10 days. I absolutely adore Paris – it was my second visit, but I remember even on my first visit how at home I felt once I’d hit the streets there, even though my French is not fluent despite studying it through most of my education. I’m such a terrible student.
One of the first places we ate at was actually a pizza restaurant and we each ordered our individual pizzas ‘avec un oeuf’. Yes, egg on your pizza – just a big ol’ cracked egg baked on top of all the toppings! What a revelation! And of course it was delicious! I tried once or twice to replicate it at home on my pizzas, but I can’t get it right – I don’t think my oven gets hot enough.