Betty by Gary Delainey and Gerry Rasmussen for March 25, 2024

From Not Always Right: A True Chef Becomes One With Their Menu

Years ago, my parents were visiting France as part of a scientists’ convention. While my father spoke no French at all, my mother was trying and prided herself on her progress.

At dinner, the waiter asked, in French, what she would like and, once she answered, he visibly blushed and began to stammer. My mother wasn’t sure what the big deal was until a chuckling table-mate leaned over and informed her that she had just ordered the chef!

NOT my story.

Unsure of who Betty meant, Bub poured two glasses. Better safe than thirsty.

Smart man, good choices. I’m all in.

Fish & chips, are the only thing that keeps newspapers in business.

Pour her a glass; YOU drink the bottle!!

You have to watch out for those French folks. I speak fluent French. But they all pretend they don’t understand me!

BTW The correct Italian pronunciation of “grigio” is gree-joe.

Reminds me of when my daughter was a teenager, and asked if I’d make her a Hot Pocket.

“Sure,” I said casually, “just take the box out of the freezer.” She did.

“Can you open the box and put one in the microwaving sleeve?”

“Now put it on a plate and start the microwave.”

The microwave was running by the time she realized what I’d done.