I saw my dad salivating over the take-out that I ordered tonight and I told him I already ate dinner so he would eat it without feeling guilty... now I'm here...12:19am, starving.
I thought, why not make this awful experience educational? I decided to translate a couple foods that I am craving... into french... you know, for later reference.
fried chicken- poulet frit
vanilla ice cream- vanille crème glacée
churros-...nothing
pizza- pizza (boring..)
steak- bifteck
milkshake- ...nothing, should have known.
wine- vin
peanut butter- beurre d'arachide
apple- pomme
sausage- saucisse
butter- beurre
olive oil- huile d'olive
bread- pain (whyyy is the translation for the most basic, beautiful food 'pain'?)
mango- mangue
crisp (if you're talking about a biscuit)- croustillant
cornbread- la farine de maïs
coffee with milk- cafe au lait
toast- paine grille
squid- calmar
spinach- épinard
soup- soupe
salmon- saumon
lobster- homard
fudge/toffee/caramel-caramel
Lilli: guys do not satisfy the way food does.
Couldn't have said it better myself.
I think my dad is making me a midnight snack. Goodnight!
J.
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