If you know me, you know I love french fries. Fries with ketchup, with mayo, with vinegar, with fish, with a burger, with a good steak.
I love McDonald's french fries, I love Burger King french fries only when they are covered in cheese curds and gravy, I won't order Jack Astor's fries, and I looooove Montana's sweet potato fries.
You get my point, right?
My obsession started early in life, but there was an incident...
We were living overseas, I would have been about four years old. Look how cute I am, I would never cause a problem...
Mom's parents came over for a visit. I loved having them there. I heard years later that Nanny was enthralled to hear all the German children jabbering away outside our apartment only to discover that I was out there jabbering away in German with them. She had no idea I had picked up the language so quickly.
While they were visiting, we took a trip to visit some clients of my grandfather's. Grampa was a laywer and this was a pretty big client - he was a doctor who owned a hospital. Owned it. We stayed with the doctor and his family, swimming in their indoor pool, and dining outdoors overlooking their mountain. It was all so fancy and I'm sure we were told to be on our best behavior.
The doctor took us all in to his hospital for a tour. The dining room was closed, but he insisted we stay for lunch. I remember a fancy room with linen tablecloths. This was a dining room, not a cafeteria, for sure. The orders are placed... til it's my turn. I want pommes frites (french fries). "But Karen, honey, they don't have pommes frites here, let's find something else."
"No. I want pommes frites!" And with that, I flung myself across my seat and repeated it. "I want pommes frites! I want pommes frites!"
The kind doctor discreetly waved over one of his runners and requested he drive into town and fetch the adorable child some pommes frites. I'm quite certain he would not have used the word adorable, though.
I'm also quite certain that in this moment my grandparents were mortified. I'm sure they'd be thrilled to know that was the only time I caused a scene at dinner...
...Kare
email: karenk{at}eastlink.ca
website: http://www.karenkyte.com
They have a few stores that specializes in only pomme frites... in New York. :)
ReplyDeleteso cute, so consistent, so sure that was NOT the only time you caused a scene at dinner..... or does falling asleep count as a scene? so sure your grandparents were thrilled to visit you, pommes frites and all! love you! smh
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