Monday, February 22

parlez vous ~ farmer?

"good morning — I'll take a dozen eggs, please," I said to sebastian, local farmer/purveyor of poultry and rabbit.

"sheeken or dook." he stated

"hmm? oh ... mmm ... chicken, please."

he reached into his cooler, drawing out a crate of eggs, which he opened to inspect. he lifted an exaggerated ellipse from its compartment, and pronounced nonchalantly that one egg would contain a double yolk.

in an (apparently) lame attempt at small talk, I proclaimed "hey! some people say that's good luck!"

silence. followed by an exasperated look, just short of an eye roll. "why on earth would anyone say that."

I heart french people. but lucky or no, my double-yolk egg was delicious.

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