Waiting for Escargot

We got a snail holder and a special fork right away but still they have not brought the escargot.

We are nursing our happy hour drinks: the, bier, and a cosmopolitan for mom. Still no sign of our escargot.

We made origami lotus flowers to hold our cups de l'eau and then Jocelyn crumpled hers.

Mom has told us in complete detail why she cannot wear thongs.

Cassie did a short version of the cup song.

We watched a fashion show that feature beige sacs on anorexic women.

Then mom asked our Garçon where are the escargot - he n'est parle pas anglais. But he got the message. Cassie is maniacally laughing as she licks her chops.

Grandma is plotting how I will have to buy a ceramic bowl for making escargot and mushrooms with garlic butter. Or clam chowder.

We are discovering the slow food movement but still have not mastered the Parisienne way of eating for hours. Once our escargot arrived they we consumed rapidly.

Yana

- Posted from the horizon -

Location:Montmartre, Paris, France