“Heureuse-année, grand nez!” Admittedly a gambit, I said this to the young guy at our local cheese shop. I hear him speaking French all the time.
Holding a wedge of Applewood, he hairied an eyeball. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
I persevered. “You know . . . it’s New Years, I say ‘heureuse-année grand nez!’ and you respond, ‘Pareillement, grande dent!’”
“What language is that?’
He asked where I was from, but others had entered the shop, and now I was just the crazy lady monopolizing the cheese-guy’s time.
“Tecumseh.” My last attempt.
“Oh.” He smiled, wondering where the hell was Tecumseh.
Image from: CafePress
mit Behagen - ABV 7.6% IBU 28 Brettanomyces yeast Why do you drink ale? When I am asked this question from here on out, I will describe this particular glass of tradit...
1 day ago