Recently I bought some Australian carrots. Usually I don't care what carrots I buy, but at the time they were on promotion, so I bought a few. I've been using them to make juice (with oranges) and today in stir-fry vegetables, and WW said that they were distinctly sweeter than normal carrots (I can't really taste the difference). So I asked him whether he wanted carrot sticks as a snack. (He said no.)
That made me recall something that happened when I was in France. I had just arrived in INSA, and it was during our summer class. Foreign students had to start extra classes earlier before official term started, to catch up on French and all that. Having been in France for two years at that point, I was placed in an advanced class with mostly European students (mostly European because Europeans are the ones who have more chances of speaking French before reaching France, I guess). One day when I visited one of my classmates (an Estonian, by the way... she was the first Estonian I met and remains the only one I have met till today) in her room, she was munching on a carrot. She asked me, Do you want a carrot? Then she clarified: Not this one... (indicating the one in her hand) One of these. And she showed me a bagful of carrots she had just bought. (Not being a fan of carrots, I declined)
A while later, another friend arrived, and she said the exact same thing. You want a carrot? Not this one... I have lots more over there. Haha... It was just so funny how she felt the need to clarify that she wasn't offering us the carrot she was eating halfway... I'm not feeding you leftovers... You can have a brand new carrot! :D
That made me recall something that happened when I was in France. I had just arrived in INSA, and it was during our summer class. Foreign students had to start extra classes earlier before official term started, to catch up on French and all that. Having been in France for two years at that point, I was placed in an advanced class with mostly European students (mostly European because Europeans are the ones who have more chances of speaking French before reaching France, I guess). One day when I visited one of my classmates (an Estonian, by the way... she was the first Estonian I met and remains the only one I have met till today) in her room, she was munching on a carrot. She asked me, Do you want a carrot? Then she clarified: Not this one... (indicating the one in her hand) One of these. And she showed me a bagful of carrots she had just bought. (Not being a fan of carrots, I declined)
A while later, another friend arrived, and she said the exact same thing. You want a carrot? Not this one... I have lots more over there. Haha... It was just so funny how she felt the need to clarify that she wasn't offering us the carrot she was eating halfway... I'm not feeding you leftovers... You can have a brand new carrot! :D
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