I’m pretty embarrassed about my grammar in yesterday’s post. I meandered in and out of present and past tense without even pausing to think about it. Maybe I was subconsciously trying to make the swan scene seem as if it were happening vividly in the present, to communicate the excitement.
On the menu for dinner last night?Frites.
(Definitely visit the link to learn all about how they’re double-fried and served throughout Belgium at friteries.)
Not exactly a cholesterol- or calorie-friendly meal. But very Belgian. Here is a packet of frites striking an inviting pose next to a typical Belgian beer with cherry flavoring.
Do they look good in the picture? Because in real life, they’re so tasty straight out of the cone, hot and crispy. When they get cold, however, I’ll admit that they’re rather unappealing.
Frites are served with a variety of dipping sauces. Look at this selection:
After indulging in way too many frites, I asked if anyone wanted to go jogging in the morning.
They all laughed at me and said not to worry about it. They advised me to eat freely and deal with the caloric aftermath when I get back home in the States.
So instead of planning a jogging route around Charleroi, we sat around the table catching up on family news until late in the evening.