Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Yoghurt

OK, so on the TGV trains the luggage rack above your head has a glass base. On some, it's etched, which is nice, but on others it's reflective.

When it's reflective, you can see the people in front of you as if in a mirror. You can watch them do whatever they do, and examine their bosoms and books and hand gestures and whatever.

Returning from Paris, I noticed a young woman eating lunch with her friend. Like anyone in France (at least like me), they had packed an enormous bag full of goodies. She kept dipping in and dipping in and bringing up various treats.

She ate yoghurt. And by "ate" I mean that she spooned out the obvious bits, then expertly cleaned the inside of the plastic cup with her spoon. Her moves reminded me of a plasterer, who makes it look easy even though you know it's actually nearly impossible. She had the touch. And I thought, "seriously? It's only yoghurt, honey."

But then, this morning, I realized I was doing it,too. Scraping that last tiny bit of pear and butterscotch yoghurt (Marks and Spencer, 59 pence per tub, also in Honey Heather and Ginger flavor) out and greedily consuming it.

It's not our fault. The yoghurt here (in Europe, not just England) is dirty. Absolutely unlike American yoghurt. It's definitely not a health food, in the sense that it tastes good. Also, it's full of fat and ridiculously creamy. The Kjerulf's eat a vanilla version for dessert, and no wonder.

Each and every morning I sit at the table and think, "I could have another one." And you know I'm not taking any on the darn train when I return to Paris.

Because everyone will see.

1 comment:

Bart said...

The thing you have to remember is that as a more socialist-leaning society, there's more of an effort made here to help marginalised people get themselves into work and into the mainstream of society. So they hire self-confessed perverts to design things like your train shelf's underside, portable outdoor urinals that get set up in the middle of the street at night in London, etc. Anything to help the voyeur get a better look. If not, these people would be loitering around college campuses. It's 'care in the community' for the deranged.

And yes, the yoghurt here is dirty good. Almost makes up for the doughnuts.