I can’t say I’m not a little bit excited about living in a new country. The world and it’s various peoples and cultures, after all these years, still can excite my interest. But yet, what about Veuve Cliquot? Is Germany going to have a reasonably priced bottle of Veuve Cliquot? Will I have to suitcase smuggle between France and Germany?
Gratuitous shot of my new bowl that I got for 1 euro from the traiteur who is going out of business. And no wonder! The food is good but the arrogance is on the borderline of rude. Anyway.
Once in Niger, the country ran out of sugar. Really! There was no sugar in the country and that was that! We decided to take a run down to Togo because we like Togo and we knew that they had sugar “A Go-Go.” Niger is a land-locked country and we traveled so many times back and forth to the ocean in Togo that we were well known by the border guards. Naturally, with diplomatic plates, they never searched our car. But, you never know in Africa; the military assigned to these hot, isolated border posts without family or entertainment/alcohol, can be a little testy. A Swiss diplomat had been shot and killed on the border for being insolent. We were always friendly at the borders and always brought cold beers, soft drinks and ice for the guards which was usually appreciated and got us through the borders faster.
Well, being well known to the guards, I decided to smuggle 2 cases of sugar from Togo into Niger. What the heck, they never searched the car. Home free, quoi? Not. One of my favorite, cute, young border guards opened my door and said, “Sorry Mme. Mullally, we’re going to have to search your car.”
Not losing my cool, I inquired, “Is it your habit to search diplomatic cars?” “No Madame”, he replied, “but you know with the unrest in the region, we’ve been given orders to search everyone.” “Fine”, I said. The sugar cases were vaguely hidden under the diapers and paraphernalia of our 6 month old son. “Look if you want to”, I cried, tossing diapers, baby bottles and jars of baby food in the air. I thrust the baby at him. “Do you want to search the baby?”, I screamed. “No, Madam. Calm yourself”, he said in a calming voice. “You’re upsetting the baby, we won’t search you.” “Okay, thank you”, I said. “Want a cold beer?” My husband looked on incredulous :D Whatever.
Today we got a guinea fowl terrine, rotisserie chicken, cucumber, pickled cabbage and potato salads from the traiteur. Oh yeah, Jade wants me to mention the chicken grease (see jar on table). Nice Sunday Champagne lunch.