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The Peanut is still giving long discourses where there are only three recognizable words, one of which is "goody," a pronunciation I think lost somewhere between 'thank you' and 'merci.' He says it like "goo-deeeeeee," which is actually not that far off the mark when you think about it. Someone gives you what you want and you say, "oh goody."
Yesterday I went into the centre of a nearby town with quite a spring in my step. It was probably because it was the first day that wasn't actually raining, and also perhaps due to the fact that I had been fasting on liquids for three days and it was the last day. I can't really explain the fast - it was just something I felt like I needed to do, and since it was three days worth of liquids, I was having fun juicing the tiny beets, pulled out of the ground for that purpose way too soon. I had been planning to fast the week prior, but my friend who does Ramadan convinced me to wait so we could be tired and dull at the same time.
Anyway, all went well at La Poste where I happened to arrive right before a huge crowd, and so got seen right away. My good mood was then threatened as I forgot to be coldly polite at the national insurance center while asking for a form, and subsequently got put quite in my place by a dying bureaucrat where I had to salvage my self respect by matching her politesse with some iciness of my own (darn friendly American personality that gets me every time).
But I shook it off when I saw that Le Marché was going on all down the street. I had been planning to go to the grocery store, but when I saw that, I leapt at the chance (I was full of fresh juice) to support the local commerçants. I supported them to the tune of 40€ in a mere hour, and all for just lunch and dinner.
This is a half-crown (which I can't eat since it has gluten), but I was thinking of dear Mr. Welcome, who was working from home. I strolled among all the cheese stands, the vegetable stands, the fish stands ... actually I was looking for some halal meat since I was keeping the daughter of the friend who was doing Ramadan that night and all the next day.
I ended up in the charcuterie & traiterie and thought how nice it would be to have a ready-made lunch for Mr. Welcome. I ordered enough sausage stuffing for two tomatoes from our garden and a slice of terrine de foie de lapin avec poireaux. If you don't know and love french food, I won't translate that for you as it might possibly gross you out. It made my french man salivate, however, and I love him, so ... Can I tell you how he was
