So I realized something today. Now, for those of you who know me, then you will understand when I say that I love food. Not all foods, but the foods I do like, I LOVE! I am also a pretty easy going laid back person. A good way to tell if I like you is if I offer you food. That's a big deal, really it is. "Here, do you want some?" is pretty much the equivalent of "I like you enough to share spit with you."
But, since I've been in France, I've found somethings that would normally have been a commodity in America, is almost a delicacy to me here. Therefore, they have become things that I do not like to share, no matter how much I like you. Let me explain:
1. Bread. It is true that the French eat a lot of bread. Every meal, there is bread. But it's not an all you can eat buffet of bread here. You don't get to eat as much as you want. You get a small piece to mop up your plate and another one for your cheese. So you have to ration it out. If you eat it before the cheese comes out, oh well. So when some one is stupid and eats all their bread, they ask to share yours with them. No. no no no no no. I love bread, it's MY bread! I share anyways, but inside I'm feeling like a mother lion protecting her cubs. RAWR, back off!
2. My dessert. After every dinner here, there is dessert. It's usually applesauce, yogurt or some kind of fruit (which I detest I will have you know). On a rare occasion, there is "real" dessert. Something in the way of chocolate I mean. Sometimes, Mariette buys Mousse just for me. But, the mousse only comes in packets of four, and there is five of us. Once Gilles put out the very last mousse just for me, and even told the family it was just for me. But once he left the room, guess who grabbed it from right in front of me: Lucile. And then she demands why I'm not eating any dessert! Because she took the only thing that doesn't make me gag when I eat it! Of course I let her have it, what kind of Au Pair would that make me if I didn't, but that just meant no dessert for me, which was sad indeed. I never liked sharing chocolate in the first place so letting go was pretty hard.
3. Ketchup. It exists here, but it's not eaten very often. Back home, I eat ketchup with everything. Being a former vegetarian, I use it to mask the taste of meat when I eat. Two days ago Mariette, les enfants and I went to KFC and bought a big bucket of chicken (ugh). and do you know how many packets of ketchup they gave us? Four...FOUR! That's not even enough for one piece of chicken! I hate meat enough, how am I going to make it through this box and still have enough for my fries?? At first I tried to keep the ketchup to myself but to no avail. Everyone wanted some, and everyone wanted a lot. I was crying inside as I watched my precious ketchup dissappear before my eyes.
So yeah, just some thoughts for ya....
Abi.
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