I always enjoy French lessons… that I understand. Today’s was just that. Of course, with company coming it hardly matters because it will be two weeks (15 days as they say in French) before I crack those books open again. Oh, maybe I’ll do my homework tomorrow during Kaitlyn’s lesson.
All pumped up after mastering some basic French grammar, I decided to give understanding the radio another whirl. There is one station that mixes music (mostly bad French songs) with phone interviews… mostly with people giving recipes. I assume those people are chefs of some sort, not just random Pierres who think they’ve got the best way to make crepes.
This morning the overly-cheery DJ said she’d be talking to the guy from some chocolate shop about one of my favorite subjects: chocolate. If I’m going to understand anything, this will be it. And I did.
No, I’m not going to go home and whip up the chocolate-orange tart he gave the recipe for. But, hey, I know it was a chocolate-orange tart! And I understood that he said good chocolate is at least 70% cocoa. Pretty fuckin’ cool!
It’s always easier to learn something in which you have an interest. That’s why I grasped so well in high school Spanish how to say the burro goes down the road (knowing my future would encounter lots of assholes driving down the street) or how long until we eat. Now you can discuss all things chocolate with French flair, and Kaitlyn will also assimilate that other word you mentioned she hears on the radio.