here comes a MASSIVE complaint.
To the French.
Imagine an average woman of average intelligence, average assiduity, average education, who is very very willing to learn their language, and what do the French do?
They make it difficult.
Can a “COMPUTER“ not be a “COMPUTER“ like almost everywhere in the world?
Why does it have to be an “ORDINATEUR“? What on earth is that word supposed to describe? An ordering device? ( I shall only recognise one ordering devise around here: myself!)
Or the days of the week: “Thursday”: that’s “Donnerstag” in German: almost the same thing. But alas to the French it´s got to be “Jeudi”. Nothing, really nothing to do with the others..
Yet the biggest effrontery to my mind comes with the numbers: a perfectly simply precise straightforward “98” Euros which, let’s say, I have to pay at the till off an overcrowded supermarket with an imposing cashier lad. She’ll ramble “four-twenty-ten-eight..” with lightening speed. (And all that in french on top of it) Hello? Which one? Eight? twenty? Four?
In the long cue behind me lots of formidable housewives, overloaded mothers and screaming children all of them snorting at me. Oh God let me sort out my brain before I sort out the numbers….No, let me run away. Quickly.
I find this very unkind.
In fact, I find it deeply disturbing.
Hach, the French.
Don´t they drive you mad?
They drive me mad.
Because at the same time they gave the world delicacies like
“Chicken with forty cloves of garlic” .
1 ready-to-cook Chicken
Salt, freshly ground pepper
2 bouquets of provencal herbs:
bay leaf, parsley, thyme, celery leaves, savoury,
a little rosemary (I use fresh herbs)
1/4 cup olive oil
40 cloves of garlic (unpeeled)
1 tablespoons anisette, pastis, or anisina
flour and water paste
Preheat the oven to 180 degrees
rub the chicken with salt and pepper.
Stuff with one of the herb bouquets, the truss the chicken.
Cover and seal the casserole with a ribbon of flour and water. ( to seal the flavours,)
Place in the oven and bake for 1 hour 15 minutes.
Open at the table only and let the wonderful explosion of odours surprise your guests.
Speak french if you can.
Go on, feel superior…
|No! Don’t omit the anisette. It´s not the same without it! Promise.|