A little bread and cheese with my whine?

I was going to give history of the Camembert being from Normandy, France and so on, but it will only make me hungrier. Before I drag myself to the gym, I will give myself 1 minute to indulge in the faint memory from less than a week ago when I was in Paris. Bread, cheese and wine were literally on every corner of every block. I didn't realize how much I would miss it. But I do. Now I'm here and all that wine, cheese and bread goodness is all over there. WAH! Trying to get back on the proverbial pony is harder than I thought. OOOF!