Living in France I generally like to try to fit in with the natives. I think I accomplish this relatively well, especially due to the fact that I have discovered that when I speak French, or something that slightly resembles that language, people are more than (often but not always) willing to talk with me: in English. Maybe it’s because the French just cannot bear to hear their beloved mother tongue butchered by a foreigner but I like to think it’s because the French recognize the massive effort I put forth to communicate with them and they follow suit by trying to speak English to me.
Anyway, in our attempt to integrate into French culture we have found some American culinary masterpieces that translate sans difficulty. I’m talking about nice juicy steaks, or, as the French say, entrecôte (more or less the American version of a rib-eye)! So at the end of this last academic year we hosted a few of the senior students for an evening meal of entrecôte, French fries (obviously this food translates well), and pineapple upside down cake (this one doesn’t translate easily but it’s sinfully delicious and that transcends the language barrier).
When Mr. G asked how each of us wanted our steaks done, our French student replied with a laugh, “Bleu! Because I’m French!” The other asked for red, and, keeping up with the color themed idea, I asked for pink. We all had a wonderful time as one of the advantages of living on campus at a boarding school is that we get to know the students in and out of the classroom. We had a few BBQ nights and these are photos from one of them. Sadly, there are none of us at table because the food disappeared too quickly. So here’s to our American/French summer evening BBQs!