Thanks, I’ll pass on the pig brains.

Hello my lovelies. I am pleased to announce that the countdown for my inaugural trip to Europa is well underway. Only six weeks left! I can’t even believe it. I received my passport a couple of weeks ago, prompting me to dance around my kitchen with glee. (At which point the beagle attempted to bite me. He doesn’t like it when I dance and/or sing.)

(Keep your snide comments to yourselves!)

So I’ve been researching various activities and foodstuffs to be had in the various regions in which we’ll be cavorting. All was going well, until I began looking into French cuisine.

Let me be the first to say that I would like nothing better than to saturate myself in the local Parisian atmosphere and cuisine. After all, that is what I’m paying good money to experience.

However.

It will be a cold day in Hades when I eat pig brains.

I am a big fan of the movie Amelie. I own it, I have seen it many times, and I watched it again recently as I am stoked about running amok amid the Frenchies.

I was floored to find out that I will be staying directly across from the cafe where Amelie was filmed in Paris. Eureka! How very cool to have lunch in the very place where it all went down.

However.

I looked up the menu of the cafe, and my hopes were dashed to smithereens. Featured menu item? PIG BRAINS. Umm, no thank you!!

And what followed was a wholly unsavory list of things that I was not aware people *actually* ate.

Sigh. The upshot was that I found a handful of other cafes that serve what I recognize to be *actual* food. And I guess I can still visit the cafe, I’ll just be having coffee....

So, now I’m a little afraid. I mean, I had 4 years of French in high school, but I’m more than a little rusty. And I don’t think I ever learned the word for “brains.”

Excuse me, I have some homework to do...