2008-05-25

I have a problem

The problem is that a lot of refrigerators in France do not have built-in ice-makers. I personally am not in possession of this luxury. Luckily my good friend is, because I have another problem:

It is called "crushed ice." I love to chew crushed ice. I don't know why. Maybe I am iron deficient. In the US, I could get crushed ice at my house, Circle K, and the best crushed ice at a Mexican food chain called Bajio. You know, the kind they give you in the hospital. Oh, it's so good. Soft and crunchy at the same time.

So my friend thoughtfully brings me little freezer bags filled with crushed ice from her "American" refrigerator. Every time I pour some o.j. or my .27 euro cent per litre version of diet coke over those little slivers of frozen water, the sound of the ice crackling makes my taste buds water and my teeth get all happy with anticipation.

I hope I don't break a tooth, because I'm sure I can't afford a large dental procedure in France.

2 Comments:

Blogger AnnieG said...

Loooooove the ice at Sonic.

25.5.08  
Blogger Carrie said...

Hi there,
Couldn't figure out how to email you so am leaving a comment instead. I'm an editor for Ohdeedoh.com (part of the Apartment Therapy family of blogs) and found you via A Little Sussy. I'd love to do a short profile of your family on our site and learn more about home exchange and your French experiment. If you're interested, please email me at carrie@apartmenttherapy.com

Thanks!
Carrie

25.5.08  

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