Saturday, December 27, 2014
A French Christmas
When I spent my first Christmas in France several years ago, I found myself looking at an empty plate for hours. In a country known for its cuisine. What is wrong with this picture? I thought to myself as my stomach growled. By now, at my aunt’s house back in Florida, I would have wolfed down the traditional Italian-American Christmas eve fish dinner hours ago and I would be tucked into bed, prepping my appetite for Mom’s ham dinner the next day.
But there I was, watching my soon-to-be family savoring buttery escargot while I dreamed of the turkey that ended up arriving on the table at about midnight...
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