My Host Family

I realize I haven't written much about my host family. This is because it would be rude of me to take videos of them doing the things that are worth writing about. There are two teenagers (or close enough, 12 and 15), and you'll be reassured to know that they have much in common with American teenagers: they spend an immense amount of time arguing with their mom over whose turn it is to set the table, or why they just need 30 more seconds on the computer, or why their brother/sister is being particularly obnoxious.

I'm glad I was never like this.

What's funniest to me, though, is how they are around food. Despite their mom's extremely good French cooking, they may be the pickiest eaters on the face of the earth. Their mom made cheese and onion tarts, and they refused to eat them. Why? The tarts have vegetables in them (hint: onion = vegetable). I'm not positive, but I think garlic may count as a vegetable with them too. Other forbidden foods, besides anything containing vegetables: eggs, mayonnaise, fish, anything else that comes from the ocean, foods that touch ("disgusting!"), and crepes that have holes in them.

Me: "This is delicious!"
Antoine: "It's edible." (This was one of the dishes he was willing to eat).

Yesterday, as a treat, their mom made soup and toasted ham and cheese sandwiches. They didn't eat the soup (vegetable residue), and when the sandwiches arrived, in perfect, perfect, unison, they grabbed their knives and began scrape-scrape-scraping off the toasted bits.

Hilarious.