Vomir is the verb nobody wants to learn……..first-hand anyway. Not sure I really need to translate the meaning of that one.
Just when we were ramping up for our big crêpe flipping holiday, Eamon and half the school came down with the the “gastro,” as they call it here. This put our jackpot winning plans on hold and canceled the crêpe event at school. We’re making crêpes this weekend instead, but I’m afraid we may have missed the holiday deadline for flipping crepes and getting lucky with gold coins.
Fortunately, the boulanger doesn’t mind helping us out in a crisis. Yesterday when I stopped by the bakery, here is what I found:
Crêpes à la maison – we didn’t throw them, we (minus Eamon) just ate them. Yum!
If anyone wants to spend their holiday coin fortune on a small vacation home in France, let me know. I’ve got my eye on a hipster compound for you.
Francophile Update 