The first weekend of December, Papa’s Wife usually hosts a Raclette party to usher in the holiday season (I love her for this by the way… and if you served me melted cheese all night I’d love you too). She did it last year, and she did it the year before (and I could have sworn that I posted about that but I can’t find it so I guess I didn’t. Apologies).
The usual suspects were there last night… Papa, his wife (duh), Brother-in-Law, Child Bride, La Petite, The Husband, and me (and I forgot my camera, hence no photos… lame I know). But last night, besides the normal cheesey goodness, Miss France was on television, so of course we had to watch it. And let me tell you, watching beautiful, 20 year old, French women strut around in heels and bathing suits to the theme song from Wonder Woman, while stuffing myself with melted cheese has to be my favorite new past time.
Sure she won a crown, but did she get to eat her own weight in cheese?
I doubt it.
P.S. And check this out, we were drinking Alsace wine with our Raclette and Miss Alsace won. Coincidence? I don’t think so.Â
It's Me, Sara Louise 
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