Now I love Hello Kitty, love her. I’ve loved her since I was a little girl, and now I love that Niece and Little Niece are as devoted to the cult of Hello Kitty as I am. But the one thing I never thought I would see is Hello Kitty being used to sell fish paste. That is a jar of Brandade de Morue; salt cod and olive oil all mashed and pureed together. WTF. But then again, Hello Kitty is a cat after all, she’d probably hoard jars of the stuff and lick them clean.
This weird concoction was Gregory’s part of his, Mrs.London’s and my hungover breakfast one Saturday morning. It’s not always easy to find breakfast in France. Sure you can get pastries but sometimes pastries don’t cut it. We needed F O O D, or anything quasi substantial. So as the three of us sat there in front of an épicerie/cafe munching on those weird alien eyeball things (spicy olives wrapped in anchovies), pasta salad, and shrimp, while sipping coffee and slamming copious of amount of Perrier, we got some strange looks I can assure you. I’m not sure if it’s the alien eyeballs or us that are more deserving of the WTF.
This is a WTF that’s a good WTF, a WTF that makes me happy… I went to the L’Occitane factory (not too far from The LPV… lucky me!) to do some Christmas shopping and when I was paying, the lady gave me all of these samples! Look how many there are… SO MANY SAMPLES, thank you L’Occitane lady!
Sometimes a WTF makes me shake my head and laugh, not because I find it funny, but because if I didn’t laugh, I would cry… Gregory has this quirk, it’s a cereal quirk. He likes to mix plain cornflakes with a chocolate kind of cereal, in this case, Nestle Crunch. The ‘normal’ thing to do would be to pour a little bit of cornflakes in his bowl and then a little bit of crunch, but no, that would be too normal, make too much sense.
What Gregory likes to do is to store his mixed cereal in a large tupperware container. Now, if the two cereals were alternated and mixed up as they were added to the container, then fine. But no, Gregory filled the bottom half with cornflakes and then topped it with the crunch. Not only was it not mixed, but it was basically impossible to get to the cornflakes on the bottom.
So then he decided to reach his hand in and try to mix it up that way (it’s his cereal, if he wants to get his hand germs all up in it, then that’s his business), but he wasn’t really getting anywhere and the hand mixing was only resulting in some bits of cereal spilling over the sides. And that’s when he decided to pick up the container and shake it around some, except the lid wasn’t put on tightly (of course it wasn’t). WTF Gregory?!
And because brandy carrying Saint Bernards aren’t the only rescue dogs out there… behold, my favorite WTF (I think the ‘F’ in this one is definitely France or I guess it could be Fifty)… a wine carrying dog. I trained him well.