The French Fry. Now we get to what I term 'Stage 3' of the blog, with shots taken from the family road trip (aka National Lampoon's European Vacation, aka Hellish Torture). We went though a few countries, so there was SO much potential on that trip (Brussel Sprouts for example - gold! pure gold!), which I failed to realise. I have only myself to blame. At one point I was a days hike from Switzerland (Cheese! Browns! The shame!)
But French Fries certainly are one of the big guns. You may think the croissant is French, frogs legs or snails are French, but by golly each time you say "French Fry" - just look at what you are saying! If I had to rank these foods in my mind the French Fry would be in the upper echelon, the elite.
(Speaking of croissants, I was in Charles de Gaulle International Airport terminal, in Paris (just hours before the collapse) and I was hungry, so thought I'd have a croissant. Could I find one? Non! Were there any to be had? Nope! Not one.)
The thin, oil induced carapace of the chip suggests a sleekness paralleling its seamless penetration of (our) culture. The fast food connection makes it so prolific.
What's in the name? Have a look at the close up here - it's French, and when I was young that was my first introduction to France. I suppose that it's largely what this blog is about, it's an acknowledgement of that first journey of wonder.
Bet there's a lot of stuff out there one the web... Like this one (I like it!)... and frankly THIS is just disgraceful!
Speaking of disgraceful please excuse my haggard appearance in the shot - I've virtually just gotten off of the plane. See what dedication I have!
But French Fries certainly are one of the big guns. You may think the croissant is French, frogs legs or snails are French, but by golly each time you say "French Fry" - just look at what you are saying! If I had to rank these foods in my mind the French Fry would be in the upper echelon, the elite.
(Speaking of croissants, I was in Charles de Gaulle International Airport terminal, in Paris (just hours before the collapse) and I was hungry, so thought I'd have a croissant. Could I find one? Non! Were there any to be had? Nope! Not one.)
The thin, oil induced carapace of the chip suggests a sleekness paralleling its seamless penetration of (our) culture. The fast food connection makes it so prolific.
What's in the name? Have a look at the close up here - it's French, and when I was young that was my first introduction to France. I suppose that it's largely what this blog is about, it's an acknowledgement of that first journey of wonder.
Bet there's a lot of stuff out there one the web... Like this one (I like it!)... and frankly THIS is just disgraceful!
Speaking of disgraceful please excuse my haggard appearance in the shot - I've virtually just gotten off of the plane. See what dedication I have!
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