Fish la Boissonnerie

Lunch: Rascasse (a fish), pistachio risotto, with sprouts on top.

So delightfully good.

Food

I love food. I love good food because no one can argue with me. I love good food because I have a taste for it.

You might say, who doesn't love good food? But I can tell you I have had at least 3 boyfriends who would be just as happy eating dirt. They would appreciate good food, but they don't look for it.

I will be posting pictures of food, because what else can I do but bore others with my obsession with tasty, textured, colorful, flirty, sexy food.

J'aimerais bien

"J'aimerais bien un verre d'eau...

...s'il te plaît"

"I would like a glass of water...

...please"

This is my boyfriends utterly polite way of saying that he would like me to get him a glass of water. I am not sure why this irks me so, but it does.

Is it because he doesn't have to actually ASK me, just mention that he would like something? Is it because he won't get it himself?

I am going to go with the former.

words that offend my ears

Somedays I pass people on the street saying things that I don't think should be allowed. Not swear words, what the french call "big words." But words that are offensive to my ears. I learned french because it was beautiful, because even insults sound passionate.

I did not, however, learn French for words like "meuf", while you might think this is an animal sound, you would be wrong. This is the common word for femme or "woman"

Please, french speakers, stop the hating. Isn't it enough that you eat the bowels of animals and wear sweaters tied over your shoulders? Do you really need to add animal noises like "meuf" to the table?

laying down and taking it

"Honte"

So I had an interesting job interview two weeks ago. The guy loved me. Or so it seemed.

I write my "thank you"

I get a "thank you" back

I do the online personality test (which I might add, seems to have gotten better than in the Meyers-Briggs days) which has a small interview element at the end (what do others say about you? What would others say are your faults?) And I must do this all in french.

Call to make sure everything went smoothly. Everything is "in process"

Email a week later, trying to be clever and funny by offering reccomendations, my old bosses phone numbers and also my grandmother's.

Email response: "We have another person to interview on the 12th of April"

Battleship sunk.

UGH

Texts

Conversation Friday night by text between my boyfriend and I:

Me: Did you do the dishes?! (I came home to a clean kitchen)

Him: C'etait le Saint Esprit (my french translation: It was St Spirit)

Me: Is that some funny french word for "magic"?

Him: No, it means God.

Me: God did my dishes!?

metro

Line 14 is my dream
It is the only thing that functions without fail
It is logical,
effecient, fast, and completely electric ---no driver.
So it runs in
snow, rain, traffic, strikes, line 14 always runs
It gives me faith that not all french people are insane.