Supersize Us

Since our arrival in France, where we now live in a wonderful new home that, being new, isn't yet fully equipped, we've come the closest we hope we ever will to replicating the experiment in suicide-by-fast-food documented in the recent film, Supersize Me. With our time consumed establishing a new household and, for John Lewis, trying to stay on top of his many work duties, we've wound up at a McDonald's drive-in or having to drag Cleo from a PlayPlace inside at least once a day during our first 10 days here--twice, on a couple draining days. Being fridgeless, we've also eaten at many other great restaurants--our community has much to offer including, like our former home in Logan, Utah, a peculiarly disproportionate number of Chinese eateries. But McDonald's has been choice of convenience, such that John Lewis has the happy meal request down pat. To test your French McDonaldsese: "Deux Happy Meals avec nuggets; de l'eau fraise pour la boisson; des potatoes au lieu des frites pour l'un, des carottes pour l'autre; et des Pom'Pots pour le dessert."

Speaking of Happy Meals, if anyone out there would like a Hello Kitty pencil holder doll, just say the word--we've got plenty to spare.