February 1, 2015
The family warned me they were having a lot of people over, but I didn't expect it to be like this...
I woke up around 9:30 am to loud noises and after talking myself into going downstairs, my stomach grumbled and I descended in search of breakfast. I opened the door to find a line of three older French men passing a mysterious animal part down in an assembly-line-like fashion to my host father at the end, who was hovering over a machine. He was placing the part, maybe liver, into the machine and it would grind it and spit the red, chunky contents into the bucket sitting on the kitchen floor. #whatacountry So with that....I took my croissant to the dining room table, where I found the rest of the group chopping shallots and garlic.
For the rest of the day, I successfully avoided the process by showering, playing Monopoly, and then a movie. Much to my chagrin the pâté process was still going on when we returned from the movie. This time more ordinary meat pieces were being passed down the line into the grinder producing ground meat. In the dining room, there were more people combining the chunky red slime,ground meat, shallots, and garlic and placing into jars.
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