It surprises me the variety of inexpensive, simple things I can do here in the states to preserve my French state-of-mind. Some are experiental--line drying my linens, using a market basket when I visit the grocery store. Then there are touches in my home--a small bunch of fresh flowers or a fragrant block of savon de Marseille. Then of course, there is the food, which may be the easiest way to bring a bit of France into my home. No surprise that it always makes me smile when I open my fridge and see that jar of cornichons. Is it the name that makes me smile? The size? The flavor? Je ne sais pas.These aren't your everyday gherkin. These are Parisian pickles, cornichons by Maille. Makers of mustards, vinegars, and of course, cornichons, Maille's storefront is located at 6 place de la Madeleine, Paris. In France we eat these tiny pickles with salads or cheeses, my French brother-in-law eats them with foie gras, my nephews eat them for le snack. Smaller, spicier, and crisper than American varieties, I found Maille cornichons at my local Safeway for $3.59.
I was dismayed, though not surprised, when I heard recently that Maille is no longer buying their cornichons from French farmers; Maille now purchases their gherkins from India. However I was surpised to learn that Trader Joe's cornichons are grown in France, in the southwestern Garonne Valley.
And so it goes that even the lowly pickle is not spared from globalization.



