At
our lunch the other day with Raphael and Sandrine, we ate at a lovely outdoor
café, full of people enjoying the warm spring weather. One of the specials that day was melon with
Parma ham, a dish originally from Italy but popular here in melon country.
And
the locals are justifiably proud of their melons. “You really should try this dish,” said
Raphael, “the ham is nice but oh! The
melon is quite delicious.”
“I
know,” I said. “I had some melon at
breakfast this morning.”
Suddenly,
all conversation in the restaurant stopped and everyone looked at me. It was like I had farted in church. Even the waiter, carrying a heavy tray,
stopped and stared.
After
an uncomfortably long silence, Raphael finally said, “Well, you Americans certainly
eat the craziest things for breakfast.”
Who
knew?
KVS
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