We don’t get a choice about what to eat. He is kinda like Mom. We eat what he puts on the table. And so far, everything has been outstanding. No kale. No quinoa. This evening, I got a coughing fit and had to leave the table for 10 minutes or so. That really bothered me. Because we all eat at one table. Fortunately, I didn’t miss any food. But I was careful about pepper and lemon.
The snails were fallen on by the guests like so many crazed gardeners. Even a woman who can only be described as a fussy eater scarfed them down.
This morning we ventured out to the tasting rooms of Family Picard,
It was dark. But squeaky clean.
It was rather antiseptic. Which is good I guess. The wine people sighed appreciatively.
Wonder what tomorrow will bring?
Hi Peg,
Oh I see, you went in Chassagne Montrachet ? It’s truly high level.
Amazing trip.
Best regards,
Laurent
Peggy,
Way to represent your fellow Trekkies!
Dave