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Sunday, October 7, 2007

Foul Language? Who Would Have Thought?


I was on the phone with my dad, as he recounted a dinner he had eaten the previous night. Izzy was listening in to my end of the conversation and when he heard me utter the word charcuterie he said, "Mama, don't say that word in front of me." (The very idea of a platter of sliced meats, how could you...)

Is charcuterie a bad word? Does it sound like one? Is there something I am missing? He spent the rest of the day pronouncing the word and giggling. I do have to wonder what runs through his little mind. Giant slabs of pate, chasing slices of prosciutto?

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