Just to give you an idea of just how much reverse culture shock I’m in for over the next couple weeks, let me describe my morning:
I woke up with le bébé and instead of feeding her under 12 foot moulded ceilings in front of a marble fire place, I fed her while sitting in my brother’s old bedroom – which is plastered with old surfing posters and broken skateboards. It’s a wonderful room, but kind of like waking up in a time capsule from 1997.
Then we went for a walk – not through the majestic Parc Monceau, but up the steep winding suburban street of my youth. I passed the house I grew up in, the house where my grandma lives, and a few neighbors I didn’t recognize.
And then on the walk back, I noticed two guys in full camo gear scaling a tree in my dad’s back yard.
Ahhhh, the local deer hunters. Mind you, it’s not so rural out here anymore and I’m not sure which direction those guys could shoot their crossbows without spearing someone’s window. But they were up early looking for wild game. In my back yard.
If I had known I would have brought back my crappy French oven for them – they’d probably be pumped about the gibier setting!
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you’d love all the wacky food in the carrefour this week — there’s bear, deer, wild boar, chickens and turkeys and capons and ducks — all stuffed and basted and tied and marinated. Like there’s venison in red wine and (my favourite) chicken stuffed with fois gras. We bought a turkey stuffed with mushrooms (forestier). then there’s the little pots of terrine, and the gigantic piles of boxed chocolates, and fruit jellies. got one of each of those. Then there’s the tea … and the jam … honestly i got out the grocery store yesterday at just under 250 euros. no kidding …
sounds like you two are going to have a fabulous, delicious christmas!! enjoy!