Mom and Dad, I was very happy to hear that you had such a great time in Seattle and that you made it home safely. Mr. and Mrs. Burgess, Anna told me that you might be reading this, so thanks for taking such good care of my parents, especially my father, since he's so terribly old. Just kidding, Dad!
Update on the food front: last Thursday I had some friends over to my house and then we went out for dinner. We got falafel at a Greek place because two of the girls are Californian and apparently obsessed with it. It was my first time eating falafel (in France, no less) and it was pretty good. List of things I eat in France that I wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole in the United States: uncooked tomatoes, gyros, and falafel.
The other day for the end of Ramadan Slimen made these Algerian (I think) pastries with some kind of almond filling, so I had one and it was pretty good. Also, a few days ago for lunch Catherine was putting together leftovers, and while Lionel and I were eating ours, she went into the kitchen and then came out with some kind of unidentifiable piece of meat on a plate. I looked at it and she said, "Do you want me to eat this in the kitchen?" and I said, "No, you're fine. What is it?" and she said, "Rabbit head."
EEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!! It was seriously the head of a rabbit, and she proceeded to dig out all the meat with her knife and fork and all I could think was, "Is that the brain? The eyeballs?" It was really, really gross and I can assure you I will NEVER eat a rabbit head. Sick! Once I ate a rabbit leg, but that was a totally different story.
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