Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Mmmm, Brioche

This is my mother-in-law's homemade brioche (bree'-ohsh), a nice sweet bread that we eat for breakfast and snack time. Every time I think of her brioche and the homemade jellies she makes to go with them, I recall my first visit to her house back in 1995. (I can't believe I'm admitting this faux pas here, but knowing how common this error is, I know I'm in good company.)

My mother-in-law is a woman of fabulous culinary talents and we always eat like kings and queens when she's cooking. On this first visit, she went all out, making all her standard fare, which wowed me to no end. So, I complimented her while downing some jelly along with my brioche one morning. And, becoming a little too comfortable in my oh-so-lacking French, I said, "The jelly is so much better than what I'm used to, because it's made fresh, without preservatives."

Her face became a bit contorted, I knew I'd said something amiss, and fortunately my then-fiancé Bernard arrived at the opportune moment to explain to her that I meant the jelly didn't have any conservateurs.

His mom looked relived that I wasn't some weirdo américaine, and then Bernard explained to me that in French, preservatifs means condoms.

No, I've never made that mistake again.

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