Monday, May 16, 2005
Now that's what I call a frying pan!
hi,
I'd like to share with you a very pleasant little story about a giant frying pan. Are you sitting comfortably?
Well, why not?
I don't care, I'll begin anyway.
(Sorry)
Anyway, this happened when me and ben were heading back from Technival (see previous post). At this point in time our nerves were very slighly rattled after hitching a lift with a guy who we very quickly discovered was a crack addict. We'd reached a very picturesque town called Sezanne, from where we were planning to catch the coach back towards Paris. Wandering along the street towards the station, we came upon this:
Now that's what I call a frying pan!
To be honest, it was quite hard to miss. Anyway in a spirit of curiousity, we asked the people in the nearby house what it was all about (in our best Frenglish, of course). It turns out that the couple had used it to cook a massive omelette for the entire town as part of a wine festival the previous week.
As well as seriously dedicated amateur caterers, the couple were really nice and ended up giving us a lift to the station, and then to a nearby campsite in which we spent an amazingly relaxing afternoon and night, and in fact the whole thing turned out rather fantastically. So that was good.
So my lesson for the day is this; if you ever see a giant frying pan in the street, go and talk to its owners. They're likely to be nice people.
I'd like to share with you a very pleasant little story about a giant frying pan. Are you sitting comfortably?
Well, why not?
I don't care, I'll begin anyway.
(Sorry)
Anyway, this happened when me and ben were heading back from Technival (see previous post). At this point in time our nerves were very slighly rattled after hitching a lift with a guy who we very quickly discovered was a crack addict. We'd reached a very picturesque town called Sezanne, from where we were planning to catch the coach back towards Paris. Wandering along the street towards the station, we came upon this:
Now that's what I call a frying pan!
To be honest, it was quite hard to miss. Anyway in a spirit of curiousity, we asked the people in the nearby house what it was all about (in our best Frenglish, of course). It turns out that the couple had used it to cook a massive omelette for the entire town as part of a wine festival the previous week.
As well as seriously dedicated amateur caterers, the couple were really nice and ended up giving us a lift to the station, and then to a nearby campsite in which we spent an amazingly relaxing afternoon and night, and in fact the whole thing turned out rather fantastically. So that was good.
So my lesson for the day is this; if you ever see a giant frying pan in the street, go and talk to its owners. They're likely to be nice people.
