How's THAT for a headline?
So I'm checking out the NY Times this morning and see this story about the invasion of Paris. Before you start making your protest signs, there are no tanks or military weapons involved.
It's the invasion of the -
gasp- burger. Behold,
Frenchie's burger.
So not what we're used to seeing. Leave it to the French to mess up one of my favorite American meals. Would you pay $56 for a burger and fries?
If your answer is yes, call me. Let's do lunch.What's the big deal? Well, for those of you whose only exposure to France is from
Pepe le Pew or french fries (until you started calling them "
freedom fries"), I'll explain.
The French don't typically eat with their hands. So imagine the difficult task of eating a burger with a fork and knife. Where's the fun in that?
However, with Americans seeking the comforts of
McDonalds and bypassing local fare, the French caved and are doing their own twist on our beloved burger.
This story tells all about it and includes the recipes for some of these, including a T-bone steak burger. Seems like a waste of a perfectly good steak to me.
Now, I want a burger.
Because of his very distinct markings, I sometimes think of Chaplin as a grey tiger. He has just a hint of orange around his face, though he won't sit still long enough for me to get a good shot of it. Count on seeing those when I get them. And now, at my mom's request, pictures of her grandkitten.
Here he is at 10-weeks. He and Charley sometimes play. And last night, when I was going to bed, Charley was already there, with his back to the pillows and Chaplin was asleep on the pillows. By the time I got to my camera, Chaplin was up and trying to play/attack Charley. I keep hoping they'll relax around each other soon.
