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[smoke king]

Ah oui!! The "French" Riviera-in truth, it was actually a Buick Riviera, but since I always wore a Beret while driving it...

 

[getoutamykitchen]

I thought calling it The French Riviera was more fitting and I always had a dream of going to the French Riviera.

 

[chefmaloney]

The first thing I wanted to do when I got there was try one of those wonderful sidewalk cafes but I lost my english>french translation book and I couldn't figure out how to say "ketchup" in french.

 

[smoke king]

So, in the spirit of Mcgyver, I decided to utilize what I had-Some Kyser broiler foil, some Aunt Jemima syrup and a pair of blunt scissors!!

 

[chefmaloney]

I decided I wasn't hungry after all so I rented a bicycle and asked directions to the nearest vinyard.

 

[smoke king]

Just my luck-I arrived just in time for a tasting!!

 

[getoutamykitchen]

I was offered a taste of wine, which led to another taste, and another, and another, 72 taste tests later...

 

[africhef]

I stumbled across a smoking caterpillar, who gave me directions to a tea party.

 

[getoutamykitchen]

I followed his directions to the tea party, but no sooner was I there sipping some chamomile tea that I realize again that I hate tea, so I asked the server for a strong cup of 100% columbian.

 

[chefmaloney]

This is the strongest cup of coffee I've ever had and I find myself extremely full of energy and more jittery than Mrs. Olsen.

 

[getoutamykitchen]

I find myself looking for a way to burn off this caffiene buzz, so I take a walk downtown and what do I see?

 

[africhef]

Revived after the coffee, decided to explore this wonderous and strange little village.

 

[getoutamykitchen]

I soon grew tired of this two bit town, so I drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry.

 

[smoke king]

A dry levy held no interest for me, so I decided to leave-thats when I noticed the strange man in the bowler hat.......

 

[getoutamykitchen]

The strange man cast an erie shadow across the moonlit street and it gave me a feeling of impending doom.

 

[chefmaloney]

I was completely petrified as the strange man came nearer and nearer to me (I thought I caught a whiff of garlic as he approached the streetlamp) and I suddenly realized it was none other than the famous chef Jude W. Theriot!!!

 

[smoke king]

Much to my surprise, and quite coincidentally I might add, Chef Theriot was in search of some Kaiser broiler foil, some Aunt Jamima syrup and a pair of blunt scissors!!

 

[getoutamykitchen]

My curiousity got the better of me and I had to ask him, why the syrup?

 

[africhef]

He said his wife needed the syrup for her new weight-loss plan, and all the stores were sold out, as it was all the rage now.

 

[getoutamykitchen]

I finished my conversation with Chef Theriot and decided to head back home.