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-Gaëlle 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 draguées 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.