Accounts from a mom who had the experience of a lifetime: living in Belgium for nine months.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Today is Sunday, the day of the poulet rotis (rotisserie chicken) at our local grocery store. Every time we drive past the small store and read the chalkboard sitting outside, we are reminded that dimanche (Sunday) is the day for the special. Today, on our way back from our English-speaking church in Brussels, we finally got one. We brought it home, and I boiled some potatoes avec (with) skins and then mashed them with the hand mixer. I also steamed some fresh green beans. Voila! Lunch! Better than Boston Market.