A gourmand weekend
The word gourmet was something I learned at a very early age. My mother had a subscription to the magazine thusly named that was devoted to food, culture, and travel. Although I might not have been able to read the words, there were plenty of pictures of delicious looking meals served in exotic locations to keep me interested. On Sundays we were often treated to a special lunch created from recipes found within those pages. One of our current neighbors used a similar-sounding term, gourmand, to describe our experience last week at a restaurant and an overnight stay in Narbonne. She insisted that it was not an insult despite our association of the word gluttony with it.
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