I love going to the market, but I always seem to get in trouble. I see something, and I instinctively reach for it, and…whoops, I’m busted. Even after living here for nearly three years, I still sometimes forget some of the cardinal shopping rules. Then I get yelled at in French.
Hey, it’s still early, y’all. Give a cowgirl a break.
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Whatcha gonna make with that squash cowgirl?
I've been in France what, ten years? And still make stupid "mistakes" all the time. Ne touche pas! Ne touche pas! Story of my life.
Love it! Reminds me of the cooking class I took a few years ago that began with a tutorial in the market at the Bastille!
Mom's Squash Souffle was the hit of my dinner party last Friday night!