I’m working on this story for a women’s magazine about health secrets from around the world, so part of my research involves reading French Women Don’t Get Fat: The Secret of Eating for Pleasure . The basic premise of the book is that if Americans simply ate what tasted delicious and made dining a more sensual experience, we wouldn’t over-eat. Mindlessly polishing off a bag of low-fat chips in front of the TV is what makes me pack on the pounds, not eating rich foods in normal portion sizes.
So I put this message into practice today by grabbing Bryant and heading to one of my favorite restaurants in Williamsburg, a candle-lit Italian eatery with dark wood paneling called Aurora . I forced any thoughts of calories right out of my head (think: “I can’t have bread because carbs make you fat!”) and just ate whatever I wanted until I felt full.
I dipped rosemary-covered rolls in salted olive oil, enjoyed seared scallops over bitter greens with balsamic vinegar and tasted creamy ricotta-filled raviolis. And I washed it all down with Aurora’s house red. When I finished my meal, I let myself sit and talk for a few minutes before immediately reaching for the dessert menu. By the time I finally ordered a sweet treat, I discovered that I only needed a few bites of chocolate to feel content—pretty sweet! I guess the French have gotten eating down to an art.