Katie's food situation(s)

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Flag of France  , Rhône-Alpes,
Monday, October 31, 2011

Through the assistantship program, I've gained a lot of new friends from various anglophone countries. One of my new friends is Katie. She's from Scotland and has the accent to prove it! One thing I love about her, is the crazy scenarios she gets herself into. For example, she lived with a French family for a bit until she found her own place. Much like my experience with my host family in Paris (refer to "A Paris"), Katie doesn't quite like the meals she's been given. For example, the night she had rabbit. Oh, poor Thumper, the French just find him so tasty. Not to mention, the French prefer their red meat very rare (to the point, where it might still be alive...). 

While on vacation with this French family in the Loire Valley, famous for its many French chateaux, Katie had many wonderful meals with her host family. One that she refers to as a plate of vagina. Yes, I said vagina, and supposedly it looked like one. In order to not insult her family, she ate her practically rare piece of oddly shaped red meat, scooping up bits of her mashed potato with a slice of meat and then quickly swallowing it with water. (This reminds me of the times I would throw my prune yogurt down the sink, avoiding to eat it entirely.)

And yesterday, her luck with food didn't seem to get any better. While sitting in the beautiful Place Grenette, at an outdoor restaurant, a group of us ordered chevre chaud salads. Midway through the meal, Katie lets out a big yelp, finding a live slug underneath her heap of lettuce. As each of us squirms with distaste, the waiter comes over and doesn't seem bothered my the creature at all. I feel like he was compelled to ask her for a new plate, based solely on her reaction. 

Conclusion: so when a French person finds a live slug on their plate, do they normally not seem bothered by it? Granted, this may appear as if the lettuce was fresh, literally straight from the garden...but for the rest of meal, I casually turned every leaf over to ensure I didn't have a small friend hiding under my lunch. 
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Momma G on

I take it the French waiter didn't seem to mind the slug.... since they eat their meat rare and figured Katie would just slice it and send it down! Bwhahah!

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