Living with the retired Professor of Cuisine, Gracie ate exceptionally well. The price was the nightly quiz and lecture, often about the abominations of American cooking.
“You don’t know what celeriac is?” Madame’s voice itself was charge and conviction.”
“Certainly, Madame.It’s a vegetable with thick green sticks that grows on a stalk.”
…”yes, but only animals, or humans who are nearly animals themselves eat that fodder…” her outrage grew until the wine jiggled in the glasses and Gracie wondered if she might have a stroke, especially when she got to the meat course, where Americans were the lowest on the food chain. “The national dish for Americans is only these ‘amburg-airs,”Madame concluded her tirade, “with that disgusting melange of sauces and to drink, and abomination, Coca-Cola, not even a decent vin du pays.”
Typical dinner chez Madame
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