Christmas Story hits home

Gawd bless America! My husband gave me fish net stockings for my 36th birthday! I figure that if a prominent and distinguished 86 year old Parisian organist (who will remain unnamed) can wear them well . . . . . so can I. And I did. We were invited out to dinner last night and as I was fixing my hair in the bathroom mirror I suddenly felt two little three year old hands ardently caressing my right leg. Of course, Michel and I burst out laughing as we both simultaneously thought of Ralphie Parker in the 1983 masterpiece "The Christmas Story". Then I had a reality check as his hands didn't stay below the knee. Pray for me.

McLobster

Unbelievable but true . . . in Quebec there exists McLobster. Actually, it's McHomard. A Happy Meal is a Joyeux Festin and the crown of all crowns is the Hambourgeois. Good grief! Leave it to the Canadians ooops!!! sorry, the Quebecois to make McDonald's food SOUND appetizing. I can't believe we talked about such things over a New Years meal of Paté en croute, foie gras, salade frisée, 20 different cheeses, and ice cream from Berthillons! If you ask me, it's blasphemy to have such heavenly food in the mouth and, at the same time, talk of such tripe as McDonalds.