Instead of storming the Bastille, I was working from home with Miss Mads, who was running a slight fever. (Really, I tried very hard to work from home, despite being constantly beckoned to color and draw. I was able to knock back doc reviews while she was napping.)
We made a quick trip to the grocery store and I knew full well, that I should really try to prepare a french dinner, Monday being a french national holiday and all. Instead, we had something that couldn’t be more American – seasoned hamburgers on toasted sesame buns (sans frites). I felt bad, I couldn’t even remember to buy some exotic french cheese or delectable dessert. Hamburgers.
It wasn’t until I stumbled upon this article in the NY Times that I felt vindicated.
Vive le hamburger!
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