But maybe he doesn't believe me since that famous ice cream place in Nice was closed for the winter, and I made him eat snails instead.
I also found THE place to get PRESSED DUCK nearby. But maybe we'll save that until next time. I can just see him projectile spitting liquified duck gut breast milk everywhere.
Sorry, too gross? This is how I'm entertaining myself while waiting for him to GET OUT! OUT! OUT!
Now I'll work on my parents' German adventure. Don't be scared, Mom.
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Okay, I had to look up pressed duck just to be sure I understood you, and then I think I almost threw up in my mouth a little. Please tell me it tastes better than it sounds. :)
French cuisine is filled with scary things, no?
Pressed duck is VERY DIFFICULT to come by, so I have no idea how it tastes! But Julia Child describes it in "My Life in France"...
I tried sarah, gave you a couple dates to shoot for..... Have you tried going over railroad tracks? Maybe jeremy could pull you over them a few times in a wagon! Gee, I don't think I had ever heard this, but maybe you could talk jer into your aunt's ( i think it was your aunt) suggestions. Enuf said there!
keep trying!
I hope pressed duck is on the list of what not to eat when breastfeeding! Ewwww!
You're a wonderful tour guide (NYC), it's just the getting there. Scared isn't quite the right word.
Babies have their own calendar.
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