Les bageuettes II

They’re grouse things, baguettes. I’m sure I’ve written about them before this trip, but they are so ‘vere Frainch’. French people wander down the street with a fresh baguette under their arm in readiness for breakfast, or maybe lunch. As one strolls along, one might just break off an end and have a little nibble.  All well and good. Baguettes are very crusty things.  You have to work on them in your mouth, grinding with your back teeth after the first bite, to mix with saliva to get the real experience. YUMM!

A couple of trips to France back, I was so enjoying the baguette experience munching away as one must. Of a sudden, however, came an almighty ‘crack’ and an upper molar disintegrated. The chewing, grinding pressure was just too much. The resultant explosion resulted (after extracting all the bits of tooth) in a stump of a tooth that got me back home.  A reconstruction at our family dentist fixed everything. No real harm done and no pain. 

The EXACT SAME THING happened again last night at this gorgeous bistrot just down our street, while munching on a baguette soaked in escargot cassoulet juice. C’est la vie!

[Bloody baguettes!]