But really, don't worry about me, I have been cooking like a champ. I even made my own cheese yesterday. From organic raw milk that I bought for one euro at the market. I told this to my friend in Paris, who was astounded, imagining that I had fabricated cheese and then left it in a cave for some years only to just now get it out, and voilà, fromage ! I'm not that dedicated. It was fresh cheese. It took like one hour instead of 5 years. Anyway, the champagne and popcorn dinner was a result of a feast-lunch (are you sensing a pattern?) we had at Neill's host family's house on Saturday. I thought I would never be hungry again.
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| proof: bread. i made this. |
The previous day, I was in charge of dinner (ooo) since Micka and François were at a comic book convention, and Corinne was working late, so I went to the marché couvert to get some carrots. The vegetable man, who is always interested in what exactly I'm planning on doing with the vegetables I buy from him, thinks that I am in high school. He said, have you just come from school? I simply say no, having la flemme to explain to him that actually I'm nearly 23 years old and that in fact, I teach high school students. It doesn't bother me terribly much, since he is very souriant, that is to say he smiles a lot, and as I was leaving he handed me a date stuffed with pink marzipan or something and instructed me to eat it. Which I then did.
When Corinne got home she was carrying a big heavy-looking cardboard box. I asked her what was in it and she said, "half a lamb." Literally half a lamb. She showed me all the different parts and everything, neatly wrapped in plastic by one of her patients, who I suppose raises lambs somewhere nearby. Dinner with her is great...she tells fantastic stories. She was warning me about having "aventures" with strange boys you encounter on the street and told me this crazy story about how one time when she was 24 she was traveling in Greece with her best dude-friend, and this German boy stopped her in the street and told her it was impossible for her to continue walking without him getting to talk to her for a minute. You have to understand, Corinne is beautiful now, and when she was 24 she was a total knockout. I mean, I probably would have fallen in love with her on the street too. Anyway so they are speaking broken English since she doesn't speak German and he didn't speak French, and turns out this guy is like a billionaire, or his father is, which means that effectively he is. A billionaire. She lets him know she's not interested, and yet. ! The day before they leave Mykonos, they go back to their hotel room to find that it is COVERED in flowers. Like, the guy had bought every single flower on the island, which is absurd since they were basically all imported and therefore very expensive. Thousands of flowers. And do you know what Corinne says? She says, "but I don't have a vase!" So the hotel man gives them these giant trash bins, and they fill them with water, and then they go to the nearest Greek Orthodox church and donate all the flowers in the name of the Holy Virgin, because they don't know what else to do. And of course the church people think they're nuts. But anyway. This guy pursued her for like 3 years or something, all the way to Morocco even, which is where she was living at the time. So the moral of the story is, watch out ladies, any minute a German billionaire might try to drown you in flowers and woo you with his German charm.
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