Blog Archive

Monday, September 26, 2011

Post le quatrième (this blog is 0-indexed of course), in which je suis pleine, ou, every day is Thanksgiving when you're in France

Today at lunch, ma famille d'accueil and I had a discussion of eating habits in our native cultures, because apparently I am a slow eater, so they were done and were just watching me finish. In France, on ne grignote pas - people don't snack. But when they do eat, they mange! My host mother au père'd in the US when she was 20, and since she wasn't in the habit of snacking like her host family did, she felt she never got enough food at meals. As she put it (pretend this is in French): "I lost weight! I was never full! For months. And then it was Thanksgiving. And finally, there was enough food. We had turkey and mashed potatoes and marshmallow pudding and vegetables and I was finally full! And then all the Americans had to lay down and hold their stomachs, and I just thought, 'That was satisfying!'"


Meanwhile, I was trying to remember the correct way to say "I'm full" in French, because the literal translation, "je suis pleine", has a very different meaning: "I'm pregnant." It wouldn't have been totally untrue, though, because I was pregnant just then... avec un bébé des nourritures (food baby).


J'ai bien mangé,


Lise

2 comments:

  1. Lars visits Paris! It's even a french name if you don't pronounce the "s". Dire Lars Carl dit "Bonjour!". Il lui manque.

    Et tu me manques!

    ReplyDelete
  2. yes, lars likes paris. he exists a lot. he says, BONJOUR CARL! we miss you two and send our love.

    ReplyDelete