I found an old chalkboard. Wrote out today’s menu. Minty asks me everyday and every hour what’s for breakfast/lunch/gouter/dinner? So I posted it on the found chalkboard.
What’s “gouter,” you ask? ( pronounced “goo-tay”). It’s a 4pm snack they do here in France. Usually it’s a bit of bread with some chocolate of some description or yogurt or apple sauce. I can never remember how to spell it, so I call it “G-tay.”
Zelie saw the menu, saw that Snicker bar was for gouter and wasn’t impressed. You see lunch was up next. She wanted gouter now. “No,” I say, “lunch first.” Then, she erased the menu. Except for gouter. Checkmate.