Great Minds Think

Great Minds Think

Ah-HA. Perhaps, my friends, my last question was a trap. Perhaps I was not posing a trick question for Corine, but–in a research project completely unauthorized by my blog’s Internal Review Board for Research on Human Subjects–trying to prove one of the following hypotheses:

1) GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE MINE. And, therefore, everyone who comments on my blog has a great mind. CONGRATULATIONS!!! We knew that already from you reading Blame It on Paris, but it’s nice to have things confirmed.

2) Americans are total slobs. This gets phrased different ways, in the comparisons of French and American cultures by the (pretty much always self-proclaimed) Experts, but all the different ways of phrasing boil down to that. And LOOK. 100% of Americans polled on my blog agree they do not iron. Go ahead, ‘fess up now. How many of you also wear tennis shoes to exercise even though stilettos would look better?

(Note: 100% of French polled on this blog also admitted they did not iron, but we have to remember that Anne-Gaรซlle is in the throes of travel. It’s probably got her off her game. I also spent years living with no more possessions than could fit in a suitcase and pass under the airline weight limits of 22 kilos. 22 kilos is not very much chocolate, as I have already established, and you can’t really expect someone to sacrifice a few of those kilos in order to pack an iron.)

(Note 2: 100% of Jamaicans on the blog also admitted to not ironing. Now you’re just trying to confuse me. How can I make sweeping statements in these conditions??!!)

3) I notice that several of the people who shamelessly admitted to not ironing are also WRITERS. I therefore suspect that what it boils down to is neither one nor two but something like this: “I am a writer.” Incredulous sniff. Possible delicate flicking of the fingers in disdainful dismissal of matters distasteful. “I do not iron. My characters do that for me.”

Meanwhile, may I just note that when looking for the above-linked post in my archives, I typed “chocolat” as a search word and got 50 million posts. I have not even WRITTEN 50 million posts yet on this blog. Do you think my blog is getting uppity with me again?

I leave you with this image from my Cours Saleya journeys:


I love it for its visuals, but I never tried the bonbons themselves because I was told they were very similar to draguรฉes or Jordan almonds. I have only so many calories even I can consume in any one day, and while I’ll happily spend some of those in marzipan, I draw the line at any more Jordan almonds. Unless I’m at a wedding reception and sitting too long in their presence. Then, it’s a bit like sitting in the presence of any other nut: many strange things can happen.

  • What IS this “iron” thing you keep talking about? I find it very confusing. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    September 8, 2007 at 9:19 am
  • Oh I agree with the draguรฉes. Why waste precious calories on them? Better to save those calories for chocolate or marzipan. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    P.S. I love sweeping generalisations! lol ๐Ÿ˜€

    September 8, 2007 at 9:45 am
  • I like better:

    I am a writer. I do not iron. The voices in my head do that for me.

    September 8, 2007 at 10:19 am
  • Yes, Michelle, but that would make me sound a little bit NUTS. And you know how sane I am. Right? Right?

    DebR, I shall have to decline to explain irons to you on the grounds my explanation might be considered libel by iron companies. Plus, I would rather let you wallow in that blissful innocence. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Yes, Ann, I see you understand me! It really all comes down to economics, right? If the opportunity cost for eating Jordan almonds is that I might not have room for chocolate…well, everyone has to learn to make hard choices in life. But some are easier than others.

    September 8, 2007 at 10:49 am
  • Those are the candies that look like faux pebbles?
    I’d eat em ๐Ÿ™‚

    September 8, 2007 at 5:39 pm
  • Um. So. I just read all of your blog archives AND your book in the span of about 3 days while working 10-12 hour days organizing a 700-person conference in London that is happening in less than a week, taking care of husband and dog, and entertaining my best friend and her mother for a day. This means you should feel very special, because both you and your writing and your tales of chocolate are clearly addictive enough to make me forgo sleep and sanity, and while I long ago abandoned sanity, sleep is something I treasure above almost all else. I reviewed the book over on Goodreads should you be curious –

    And, for the record, I am not a writer (I wish I were, but I somehow just do not have the drive to write that seems to be necessary in order to do it successfully), and I do NOT iron. And I am an American and a total slob, but mostly because I can’t convince my husband that we need to hire a housekeeper to come in every other week. If I can talk him into that, I will no longer have a messy house and therefore will no longer be a slob. I have never had marzipan that I really liked any more than Jordan almonds, but I have strongly suspected for a long time that’s just because I’ve never had good marzipan – the US just does not seem to be a country that would make good marzipan.

    September 8, 2007 at 9:31 pm
  • THANK you, JenA. That’s the kind of comment–and review–that makes me happy I woke up this Sunday morning. I’m glad you liked it! And I hope the conference goes well despite the distraction.

    So nuts are your weakness, ParisBreakfasts? ๐Ÿ™‚

    September 9, 2007 at 8:01 am
  • Anne-Gaelle

    LOL…You’re right Laura, it’s better to say I’m out of the game…first cause of course I’ve not taken any iron in my suitcase but even worse…although I don’t have my personal one in France on my university campus, I sometimes borrow it from a friend and guess what?
    HE blaims me if I keep it too longer!
    Perhaps it’s something to do with the culture, I don’t know…
    But for sure, I’m not a writter and I must say I always have been bad at writing stories at school!
    Fortunately some people write very good books (and blog) for me!! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    September 10, 2007 at 2:26 am
  • Well I’m French and certainly would not consider myself a slob but…. I just don’t do ironing! Who has time for that? In truth, I think I’m still traumatized from my time as an au-pair in England where I was expected to iron for at least an hour every day (I’m not exaggerating!) Now, imagine what one could achieve doing something meaningful for an hour every day… but ironing? Naaah… I do LOVE doing laundry though, and always hang it out in the garden… allowing the wind to do the ironing for me. Clever girl, right? ๐Ÿ™‚

    September 10, 2007 at 6:49 am
  • Hmm. Maybe it’s not French-ness but in-law-ness about the ironing. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Garden-dried laundry smells so good!

    And thank you, Anne-Gaelle. ๐Ÿ™‚

    September 11, 2007 at 7:40 am

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