Wicked

If you haven't been able to tell already, 'wicked' is now one of my favourite words to use. For the sake of not over-using it, as well as to begin this entry with awesome news, I shall like to begin by saying that Trevor and I cooked the best dinner we've ever cooked. To date. Ever. And we've cooked. A lot. Of food. Did I mention yet that it was wicked good? Because it was.

After the rather disappointing news that no tickets were available (at least for the student rate) to see Le Roi Lion, we decided to change course and cook dinner, yet we didn't realise how intense it was going to be. We went to Franprix (I had to go to a second one, too) to buy the ingredients, as well as to our boulangerie. Cue the jazz music. Trevor and I kept switching roles between head chef, sous-chef, and saucier. And like professionals, we pulled together a fabulous meal that we both couldn't seem to get over. At one point, we had all four pots going and probably took about 1,5 hours to prepare the meal, but it all felt like a rather calm process. We cooked bow-tie pasta and made our own white sauce to go along with it, with a side of broccoli and topped off with freshly cut parsley. We also had our cheese course, as well as dessert in the form of a raspberry-filled brownie and cherry sorbet with a side of macarons, and ended with chocolat chaud. Apparently, we've broken out of the cycle of non-complicated dinners; we ate all of this while watching Gran Torino.

But before all of this wonderful-ness, I went to school and didn't do so great on my quiz and by the end of my Travaux Pratiques class, was a bit overwhelmed with French for the first time this trip. Following this, I had my immigration and citizenship class, which turned out to be even better than all of us imagined it'd be; Odile is so cool. I also got my mid-term exam grade from her. I didn't do too bad and am excited for the rest of this half of the semester!