Father/Daughter conversation
Me: Dad, what was that breakfast concoction you used to have before going to work? The egg, and the brown sugar?
Dad: What?
Me: When I was little, I saw you do it a few times. You'd beat a raw egg in a bowl, throw in some brown sugar and drink it.
Dad: Oh, yeah.
Me: Well, what was that?
Dad: It was a raw egg beaten with some brown sugar.
Me: *grumble* No shit. But what was that about? You have to admit, it's unusual. No one I know has ever heard of it. Is it a hangover cure?
Dad: Oh, it's just a French-Canadian working man's breakfast. Kind of an easy way to get some protein when you don't like eating first thing in the morning.
Me: So it IS a hangover cure.
Dad: Shut up.
Dad: What?
Me: When I was little, I saw you do it a few times. You'd beat a raw egg in a bowl, throw in some brown sugar and drink it.
Dad: Oh, yeah.
Me: Well, what was that?
Dad: It was a raw egg beaten with some brown sugar.
Me: *grumble* No shit. But what was that about? You have to admit, it's unusual. No one I know has ever heard of it. Is it a hangover cure?
Dad: Oh, it's just a French-Canadian working man's breakfast. Kind of an easy way to get some protein when you don't like eating first thing in the morning.
Me: So it IS a hangover cure.
Dad: Shut up.
posted by Andraste at 9:37 AM
6 Comments:
Ah, French-Canadians. We know from hangover cures.
Christ, we'd better, or no work would ever get done.
French-Canadians!
Nothing but Pepsi swilling, Vachon munching, Poutine goblers!
We love them so!
I thought the average French-Canadian Father/Daughter conversation went as follows:
Dad: Umph, Umph, Umph
Daughter: Come on, get off me dad, you're crushing my smokes!
Charming as always, Muff.
Thank you,
I aims to please.
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