And this post has nothing to do what-so-ever with us leaving France! (Which you may have surmised by the photo above.) I just had to post abut the pseudo grill that came with the apartment. When the last director handed the keys over to us last July she said (in her french accent because she is actually french), "You have no sofa, lamps or chairs but you have zis... it is for you to burn your meat." (Did I mention she was a vegetarian? I know, French Vegetarian??? C'est pas possible!) Anyways, it took us almost an entire year to work up the courage to use it. Mainly because you fill it up with water and plug it into the wall (240 volts, remember?), doesn't that just sound wrong? And coming from the states, it looked super tiny. Last July we didn't even think it would fit one chicken breast. However, being in France for the year has given us a new perspective on size and apparently a new fascination with risk taking because a few weeks ago, we plugged the sucker in and gave her a whirl. For a weird indoor grill that you plug into the wall, it's not too bad. We've done chicken, burgers and veggies and it does give the food a slight charred flavor. Not because it has smokey coals or wood chips underneath but because it is actually catching fire from the heating element below. The water actually catches the drippings so there is less smoke but I wouldn't light her up in a small enclosed space. I just had to share this little jewel with all of you because this will most likely be the only opportunity you have to witness the brilliance of The Amigo. Yes, it's called The Amigo. It's all starting to make sense now, isn't it. In your face George Foreman.
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