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Published: June 16th 2017
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Mary here. Aunt Chris didn't have time to blog because her and Dee had to travel up the road to get their third ice cream of the day. If I remember correctly, it was gelato the Italian ice cream that they were most excited about before our trip began, and if their ice cream consumption in France is just a mild representation of their enthusiasm, then I shudder to think what their dairy consumption will look like in Italy. Doesn't eating a lot of dairy have an impact on your digestive system?!?!? News flash - I know why you couldn't poop today Aunt Chris!
I think it's only fair I knock Aunt Chris down a peg or two. She has implied several times over that I'm the loudest one in our travel group. She has also implied that she is the quietest. By saying both of these I do believe she is trying to insinuate that I am the most embarrassing American tourist in our group, but mind you, I was not the one who had an entire conversation with my mouth full sitting down for breakfast at the communcal table with the French tourists. That was Aunt Chris, and
Buying and tasting Foie Gras
In Sainte Ciprien on market day. We love our market days. if those tourists knew anything about American pop culture, they probably thought Animal from the Muppets was sitting at the other end frothing yogurt out of it's mouth while it repeated to everyone the itinerary for the day.
I believe she is right, however......I am the loudest. In hindsight, I'm fairly certain I didn't just greet our fellow inn guests this morning with Bon Jour, I shouted it at them. I gave them the kind of Bon Jour you would see in an American movie about French people. It was like I did a Maurice Chevalier impression. I gave them the loudest and jolliest Bon Jour their French ears have ever heard.
I don't know what it is, there is something about the people being nicer here than in Paris that makes me less intimidated to use some French. Today when Aunt Chris wanted to order dessert after lunch, she called the waitress over and said one word ...."Profiteroles." She said it not like she wanted to order it, but almost like a question to which our puzzled waitress didn't know what to make. When that didn't work, she decided repeating it was the best option, because if if the waitress
Chris and Dot
dot is cradling her bread like it is precious to her. didn't understand it once, then surely repeating it five times would help. "Profiteroles.....profiteroles....profiteroles....profiteroles...profiteroles." Because that wasn't getting us anywhere, I summoned the confidence to say in French "I would like profiteroles" and I'm pleased to say that Aunt Chris and Dee did get to eat profiteroles for their dessert to lunch. Did you know you could order dessert with every meal? Dee has proven this as fact.
I realize now I've written four paragraphs and haven't even touched on the title of today's blog: Amuse Bouche. When recognizing each of our roles as travel partner on this trip, it was decided that one of mine was to decipher menus. Last night at our fabulous dinner, the waitress surprised us with an amuse bouche, a phrase that is very common place to me, but apparently not to Aunt Dorothy, who exclaimed "AMUSHASHUS!?!?! I have no idea what you're saying" then looked at me laughing and said "Do you know what she is saying?" Yes I do, and I also know what she's saying with her eyes, and it looks like............. "I hate you people."
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She is brutal. And the loudest. Chris