There are few things in life that really make my stomach churn-- not roller coasters, not blood, not even escargots (though I really don't like escargots). One thing that I really can't take though apparently, is pulling off the head of a prawn and watching all it's insides drip out onto my plate.
To be honest, I didn't even know I ordered prawns. Wild Gambas, I guess, is giant prawn. I suppose that would be a lesson to not order something if you don't know what it is, especially if it costs 18euro. But I really didn't want anything else on the menu and it actually looked quite delicious at the beginning. Now, just thinking about the word prawn is making me a little queezy. Amazingly enough, I did manage to eat the entire plate which was rather large for French portions. The service at the restaurant was terrible though. They gave us the wrong check and when I went to tell them it was the wrong one, they told me to wait and then helped people who just randomly walked up. The waiter apologized but he didn't even look at me. I suppose that is quite French; customer service isn't exactly a priority. That said, they're lucky that tipping is not a French custom, if I was in the States and that happened, I definitely would not have left one.
So I actually still don't know how to properly de-shell a prawn. I looked it up online and apparently I did it right. I suppose that means I have some amount of common sense, surprise. But I probably should just not order shellfish unless I know they'll have been beheaded already.
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This past week has been the first week of the Spring Holidays. I was really nervous at first; the thought of spending all my time with the two little horrors was actually another thing that made my stomach flip over a bit. But from the first day, they were actually really wonderful. Everyday this week has been marvelous. We've been going on walks and picnics and playing red light, green light and making pretzels and going to amusement parks and they have been so sweet. Always saying please and thank you, telling me that they like me and that I'm their friend, and hardly fighting even with each other. I don't know what brought on this change but I like it. I hope it stays like this forever.
Easter Sunday was yesterday, but the kids had their easter egg hunt this morning for some reason. They got so much chocolate! And Matthew doesn't like chocolate, so when they finished he poured his entire basket into Thomas'. Thomas has promised to share with me, and by share he means give me all the chocolate he doesn't like (which was actually a significant amount). My unrefined american tongue says chocolate is chocolate. I actually can tell the difference between the quality (French/European chocolate just has more substance), but I will eat pretty much anything chocolate as long as it doesn't have almonds in it or isn't more than 70% cacao.
One more week of holidays to go and then I've only a month left! Christine's parents are here right now. They arrived on Saturday evening and will be staying through Tuesday or Wednesday. I don't remember why I liked them the first time I met them, because they've only been here two days and they're really annoying me. Oh well, they're harmless I'm sure. Off to bed after a superdeeduper weekend :) Bisous
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