We buy 30 litres of milk a week.
The Princess continues her fascination with the largeness of our Dutch friend and why food needs to be dead before we eat it. She brought these together neatly the other night.
Her: Why is the quail dead before we eat it?
Me: Because it tastes nicer cooked and it would be hard to eat it, if we had to chase it round the room first.
Her: It would be easier to catch if it were bigger. It would be good to have a quail the size of the Dutch Papa running around the room
Me: Actually, it might not be.
At school they had some eggs and watched them hatch into chickens and turn into hens. They did lots of work on the chicken life cycle and pulled it all together in a bound folder she brought home. “Look” she said “my dossier de l’oeuf”. Ah, the romance languages.
