Raclette

So last night I had a conversation exchange, in which I helped the two sons of a family with their English homework in exchange for a dinner held in French. I win in three ways, one, it's time for me to practice French, two, it's a free dinner, and, as I discovered last night, three, is that the mother of the family happens to be a fabulous cook, so it's a fabulous French meal. For free, which is a big deal.

Last night we had Raclette. Which is simple, easy, and more delicious than anything I've had here so far (because I'm cooking for myself and doing so on a student's budget). I'm bringing this meal back to the States (although I'm sure it's already there). Basically, it's potatoes, ham, pickles, and melted cheese; but with the invention of the table-top cheese melter, it's as much fun as fondu!

Also, I taught them about asking Oreos questions. We didn't have Oreos around for me to demonstrate, so they're still skeptical about asking a cookie a question, even after my assurances that this is a no-fail way to see universal truths and to find out if Jimmy has a crush on you.

But the real reason of this post is to offer fore-warning. The mother of the family asked whether I'd eaten snails yet or not. I haven't.

She will be changing this at some point.

Her sons have, for a while, been bugging her to try cooking frog legs again.

These will probably also be in my future eating horizons.

I'm excited.