Les diners francais

tres tres bien.

as in, like 6 courses and several hours.

My professor made us dinner at her aparment tonight. Her friend Dominique came as well.

We began the evening with hors d'oeuvres and sparkling white wine mixed with creme de cassis, a kind of black currant syrup. Delicious. And, at the same time, strange, because I am only 19 years old. While I am completely legal in France, it still felt weird to drink with an adult, especially a professor.

After this, we sat down at the table for some gaspacho. In Dijon, you simply drink it. I had never had gaspacho until this summer (Thanks, Warren!) and had eaten it with a spoon. The gaspacho was followed by chicken, green pepper, and tomato kabobs with rice. After this, salad, bread, and cheese. After that, two tartes, apricot and prune, to celebrate Kara's 20th birthday. And after that, coffee and chocolate. Of course, red wine was had throughout...all three hours!

Amazingly, I was not stuffed after eating all that, nor very affected by the wines. With the French, everything is in moderation. Small portions spread over three hours...tres tres bien!