So Aaron, my nephew, stayed with me for a week. Unfortunately I am in school this summer and was limited to going out with him, even in evenings, as I have homework and readings. But on my last day of school for the week, the day before he returned on Amtrak to Fresno, I offered to take him out. And being from the foodie family that he is, he said he wanted to try French food. Why? “Because we are always in a pattern. We eat Asian food, or Mexican food, or Italian food. It is time I broke the pattern. And you don’t find French food in Fresno.”
For so long I have been teaching him knowledge. He is already teaching me.
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At Chez Papa |
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He ordered flat iron steak with French fries. The dipping sauce was delicious! |
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This is what ratatouille looks like: squash, tomatoes, onions and peppers. |
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In Potrero |