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November 17, 2005
Répétez-vous après moi, s'il vous plaît
Bonjour!
I just started listening to Pimmsler CDs in preparation for our trip to Paris.
And as soon as I popped one in, I was transported back to high school French class, and the world of Mireille* et Robert, French in Action!
My French teacher, Madame Baxter, breathed France. A chain-smoking, constant-coffee-drinking, tee-tiny woman in striped sailor tops and jauntily knotted scarves. I loved her. And I like to think she loved me. I couldn't roll my r's like Katie did, but damn if I didn't master the conditionnel passé.
But even if she did love me, it wasn't as much as she loved the French.
They did everything better in her mind. Including raise children. One of the most fascinating, and still unverified, fact she conveyed to the class about the French was how they raised children with refined palettes.
Apparently, instead of Gerber, the French blend whatever they consume for dinner and feed it to their babies. Duck confit? Blended! Gratin d'oignons? Blended!
This astonished me. And for the first time opened my young eyes to the fact that other people, elsewhere? They might do things differently because IT WAS BETTER THAT WAY.
So do the French really blend their meals pour les bébés? I dunno. Mystère et bulle de gomme.
But March will be the time to solve these mysteries!
*Apparently, a porn star?
Posted by jen at November 17, 2005 09:43 PM
Comments
That brings to mind a quotation I ran across while researching my senior thesis: "Since every child is considered to be a potential monster, it is the responsibility of French parents to form the child to be a socially-acceptable adult" (Lawrence Wiley).
I loved my high school French teacher. We could always get her to hold class in a nearby bakery instead of on campus. It was great.
Posted by: Gloria at November 18, 2005 09:38 AM
I don't know much about the french, but my mother was born in Italy and we had the whole blended baby food thing for me and my sister. I guess by the time my little brother came around 7 years later, she was lazy and did Gerber...and I must say Diana and I have much broader palettes than my brother.
Have fun in Paris!
Posted by: Christine at November 18, 2005 12:06 PM
Ditto to Christine's comment. My older sister and I had mushed versions of what the parents were having for dinner. We both have broader palates than my younger Gerber-raised sister, who is the pickiest eater in the world.
But ah, the French. Who needs porn when you have Melissa Theuriau hosting the morning news?
Posted by: DDJ at November 18, 2005 12:50 PM
I feel as if I have missed out, being originally fed Gerber's. Then again, about as soon as I was big enough to handle solids, my parents would often take me out to eat with them. They say it's an important step in socialization of a child -- how to behave in public places.
Good luck with the French refresher.
Posted by: Dagny at November 18, 2005 01:59 PM
Just saw your comment over at Miss Doxie and had to come visit - I had one of those too - 16 years old! (Hence the drinking of wine in thermoses during class. Thermoses? Thermi?)
Posted by: MeBeth at November 19, 2005 02:23 PM
Don't want to be picky or anything but if you're going to France, you might as well want to use the correct expression "mystère et boule de gomme" (which btw I haven't used (or heard) in the last 10 years)
And about the food, I don't know what my parents fed me when I was a baby, but I know I didn't like any food but pasta and potatoes when I was a kid. It's not until I was a teenager that I started to really appreciate food. And man, do I appreciate it now!! Actually, can't wait to be back home for Christmas and get real cheese and paté and all those other wonderful stuff we have and that can't be found here. Oh yes!
Have fun in Paris, I'm sure you'll love it, (how could you not, just stay away from the parisians)!
Posted by: a french girl in nyc at November 20, 2005 12:25 AM
I loooooved French in Action!! Mireille was so glamorous to me! I'd love to buy it but it's like $500 bucks for the series. I could buy something from Hermes for that.
Posted by: La Dauphine at November 20, 2005 03:57 PM
Oops! Thanks, french girl in nyc. This is the problem with relying on the internets for french spelling. And on your high school french class 13 years previous as your source of charming idiomatic expressions.
Posted by: jen at November 20, 2005 05:48 PM
I did French in Action in college. Much snickering over Mirelle's constant THO (and we heard the porn star rumor too) and how obvious it was that Robert was French, and not American (despite the constant wearing of the Yale T-shirt).
I *still* use mystere et boules de gomme quite often -- it was so bizarre when Marie-Laure said that that it stuck with me. Even Mr. CTK sometimes uses it and he's never taken F in A.
Posted by: cant_talk_knitting at November 21, 2005 10:55 AM
Oh, Mireille et Robert! When I was in Paris, I was so excited to see the Jardin du Luxembourg. I even dragged my parents to Rue de Vaugirard because that's where Mireille allegedly lived. I think. It's been a while since my F in A days. At least I didn't drag my parents to the Quartier Latin.
Thanks for the laugh...that brought back some hilarious memories of red skirts from Prisunic and men with weird mustaches and black trench coats.
Posted by: Noelle at November 21, 2005 12:31 PM
i never knew about these tapes until mariko mentioned them last week - they have some free stuff on their web site so i've been trying to sneak some looks at those...
you know i love my french class, it is my #1 favorite real life thing right now... altho you'd THINK that would mean i'd study a lot more than i do!
Posted by: carolyn at November 21, 2005 04:19 PM