Shootout at the Place de l’Etoile, no more tears, and other exciting
stories!
It’s the morning of day 9 and Ev went off to school today for the first
time with no tears and no wailing, heart-wrenching laments of, “please don’t
make me gooooo! It’s too hard…I can’t do it…pleeease – just not today!”
Yahoo! I’ve been taking the boys to school the past few days even though Mike
reminds me that we agreed to take turns. But, as hard as it was to watch him
anguish, it was harder for me not to be with him. My tummy would churn all
day, then usually when we went to pick him up he was a little happier. I would
end my evening with my new French cocktail – a glass of French champagne with
a pepto chaser! It looks like we might be over the hump though!
I have to tell you about the lunch at their
school – which is eaten in the cantine. As you
may remember, this has been quite a source of anxiety for the boys –
especially Ev. The kids have a two- hour break for lunch. Because about 30% of
the students are international students (German, Italian, British, and
American mostly) who don’t live in the neighborhood, and because many of the
neighborhood kids have two parents
who work, most children stay at school for these two hours. I think it’s well over
half of the kids who stay. They have an actual one-hour sit down lunch, the
younger (1st/2nd grade) kids first, then the older kids. Can
you imagine this in the States? I am now beginning to understand that in a
country where food is next to Godliness, the lunch hour is as much of an
educational priority as math or history. It’s pretty cool – they serve several
courses including an appetizer, main dish, cheese course, then dessert. The
kids are obliged to try all the food, but in reality it depends on which
teacher ends up sitting at their table. For our kids, especially the younger
one, this is quite a challenge. We eat about 5 things – pizza, cheeseburgers,
pasta, fries, and an occasional oddity like fried calamari and szechuan
chicken. Here, they are getting foods that I’ve never even heard of (and
that’s from the limited list of things that I can understand on the menu!)
They are getting quite yummy things too such as lamb shanks, roast beef,
quenelles (a specialty from Lyon that are kinda like cannelloni), filet of
fish with basil sauce, etc. Each day features a different type of French
cheese, just before dessert. And the desserts are nothing to sniff at either –
mousse au chocolat, creme dessert vanille, glace, and gateau de caramel. Pas
mal (not bad), eh?
Back to the point I’m trying to make… The French are having a bit of a
national food crisis right now. There is a great fear that younger people are
not growing up with the same love of and appreciation for good, quality,
French food, and that they are losing the custom of the leisurely, 2 hour
lunch. Food, and the enjoyment of it, is a cultural icon. There is an alarming
trend here which is in full force in the U.S. – fast food is rampant, people
are always in a hurry and don’t have time to prepare meals and sit down and
enjoy them together with friends and family, etc. The French live in fear that
this will happen to them, and rightly so if you ask me. There are currently
914 McDonalds in France, and they say that one million
French people eat at McDonalds each day. Many French see this as a national
shame, and a failure to resist the fast food trend. France is full of small
boucheries (butcher shops) carrying good, quality meats and poultry, artisan
boulangeries (with a dazzling array of breads, tartes, cream puffy things,
etc.) and fromageries (stinky cheese shops, as the boys call them) with hand
made cheeses from all over France. And there are outdoor markets on every
other street corner somewhere in the city where farmers bring their produce,
homemade wines, sausages, honeys and preserves to name a few goodies. Their
prices are higher, but the quality of what you get is very good.
However, these smalll shops are in danger of what is becoming another big
threat to the French traditional food scene – the dreaded supermarche. Picture
Walmart times five and this is what you find on the outskirts of cities – much
like the Walmart concept in fact. These supermarches have everything from food
(not as high quality as the little shops) to cosmetics to appliances, at the
lowest prices in town, and they are PACKED! I know, because, well, uh, we’ve
been there. Or, well, actually, we go there quite often. This is because
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- We can drive and fill our car with heavy items like milk, juice, diet coke,
and ladders, laundry detergent, shelving, etc. These get heavy schlepping them
across town on foot
- We can drive and fill our car with heavy items like milk, juice, diet coke,
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- It’s the only place I can find maple syrup, Ritz
crackers, and microwave popcorn – three staples in the Romasco-Kelly household,
and
- It’s the only place I can find maple syrup, Ritz
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- It’s all under one roof.
So I am completely aware of the seduction of
these supermarches which is not surprising since I am a suburban dweller at
heart, but what amazes and saddens me is that the French are falling for this
too! As lifestyles become more hectic, meals become shorter and less
elaborate, people look for shortcuts where they can. It’s very sad. I must add
that now that we have our household basics, we are trying to shop locally and
wean ourselves away from the less expensive, terribly convenient, seductive
supermarches! I’ll be damned if I’ll be accused of adding to the French
national food crisis!
I just finished reading this great book,
“A Goose in Toulouse” written by Mort
Rosenbloom, former editor of the International Herald Tribune. He
went around France interviewing chefs, farmers, cheese makers, and other foodies about their perceptions of the role of food in France today. It is a
good read and has given me a better perspective on things like the 2 hour
lunch at school. There is a concerted effort in France to teach kids to
appreciate and eat good food. He writes about an experiment that is being
conducted in some elementary schools in France. A group of chefs has designed a
food appreciation course for kids that focuses on getting in touch with your
five
senses. Each session focuses on a different sense. For example, the session on
smell consists of the kids smelling several viles of spices and other scents
and then trying to identify them. The course ends with the kids preparing and
eating a traditional French meal. Pretty cool, huh?
We have also seen that for an outsider who is not yet completely in touch with
the wonders of French food, the adaptation can be a bit rough. Yesterday when
we picked the boys up from school, Kyle whispered to Mike, “I threw up at
lunch today.” “Why? What happened?” we both asked. The teacher made me eat all
my gratin de courgettes – baked zucchini. Apparently, Kyle tasted it like he
was supposed to, then said that he didn’t want to eat any more. The
teacher made him eat it all, until the last bite when it all came up again. We
asked what she did then, and he said, “she told me I didn’t have to eat
anymore!” Poor guy. You know me… I was all ready to go in and say, “look,
the deal is that they try it, right? Blah, blah, blah.” Then I thought, no…
he is big enough to fight his own battles, and the more I do it for him, the
less practice he has in turning into a feisty #!*#! like his mother. So there.
I can learn too!
The Shootout
Okay, enough about food for now. I’ll bet you’re wondering about the shootout,
right? Well, last Wednesday afternoon, we were hanging around in the apartment
with the windows open. We suddenly heard a big commotion outside on the street
below with lots of yelling. We went out to the balcony to check it out and saw
that there was a lot of pushing and shoving going on between 2 guys from the
fruitier (the corner fruit and veggie shop) and a group of 6 kids in their
late teens. They were progressing down the sidewalk pushing and shoving one
another, while others tried to hold them back and prevent a fight. It was
getting rather heated and we couldn’t tell what was being said but guessed
that the kids has stolen something, or messed with one of the displays.
Anyway, along comes this guy out of nowhere and starts shouting, reaches into
his pants and pulls out a pistol, aims it at the group of kids and fires! I
shouted, “Mike, get out of the balcony before that nuts starts shooting up
here!” But, unwilling to miss the action, we creeped back to the balcony and
saw the guy turn and run down the street still yelling something
unintelligible (to us anyway!) We looked around but didn’t see anyone who
looked as though s/he got shot. A few minutes later the police arrived and I
expected people to run up to them and tell them where this crazy guy had fled
to, but no one paid them any attention! Hmmmm… wonder what that’s about? It
was quite an exciting moment and made me realize that I’m not in Redmond
anymore either! I’m planning to go talk to the woman at the pizza shop across
the street to get the scoop, then I’ll fill you in. We have gotten to know
each other a bit, since I’m there quite often. She makes a ravioli pizza that
is to die for!
Well, that’s all the scoop for now. Thanks to all
of you who have lent your kind words of support last week as we were going
through the first week of school. Take care, and keep in touch!
— Lisa