Potée Lorraine: a stew of smoked meats and sausages, with cabbage and root vegetables. I never thought I would say this but,Yum!
I knew all that Art School training would come in handy eventually. Here I present to you a lovely etcha-sketch drawing I did of a castle for Seb and Sandrine's son Mathis.
See mom, the 60Gs I spent on college was a solid investment.
Tabako restaurant in Luxembourg City.
Decent sushi thats almost worth the second mortgage you have to take out on your home to pay for it.
The "Mac Do" across the street from our house. You can't really see because the photo is too dark, but the McDrive is packed with cars. Non-stop. Everyday.
So feel free to whip this little piece of ammunition out of your snappy come-back arsenal the next time a snotty Frog makes a joke about Americans and McDonalds. The Truth: The French are Happy Meal Whores.
About 8 million years ago we went to see "Death Proof". We loved it. We laughed so hard our tummies hurt, although no one else in the theatre seemed to understand why.
No construction site is complete without at least one injury. Last month French Father-in-law dropped a heavy ass floor tile on the back of his ankle. Four stitches. Yeah, I know it's blurry. Now shuddup.
And equally as gross as blurry stitches-- A bucket of pickled eggs. In May, David and I got lost driving around Lake Champlain in Vermont, I think. We had to stop and ask directions in this store and on their counter they sold pickled eggs....and pickled mystery meat. I asked if people actually bought them and two cashiers said "yeah!". I have only seen pickled eggs in movies so I just had to take a photo.
Now, I can honestly say, I have officially seen it all.