Yesterday I had a nightmare experience.
My host mother told me that this evening would be to eat something I had never tasted. It should therefore be right. I have not until now tasted. had. So I looked into the pot and saw - Goulash was, apparently, it goulash. Yes, I know. I like that, my grandma makes it accessible. That was what I answered her. I should have but look closer, because when I "cost" me to something on my rice plopped on my plate did something strange. I assumed that it would be somewhat like what the liver, then I would have even tasted. So I wonder what it was then, and the answer was really not what I expected. It was "the couilles de veau" - then I no longer get shut my mouth. VEAL testicles? I should eat CALF testicles? My little host sister Anne Flori raushaut "Today's calf eggs" and my great host sister Marie-Laure says only: "The poor thing." Anyway, I kindly refused, because I mean something you can eat but not as a male character! That's a yes then it something close. I have my host mother then asked politely if I could not it be better have the tomato sauce. She grinned at me and just handed me a pot with the tomato sauce.
And I still maintain that Mangez OF FRENCH FRIES! (Sauf moi ^ ^)
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