Katie's food situation(s)
Trip Start Sep 26, 2011
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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.