Way back in the early 1980’s my class at school went on an exchange trip to, er, Poitiers I think.
One day we were visiting the school of the French kids who we would later be hosting. There was a French boy at the far end of the table I was sitting at who ate his meal but, instead of eating the orange he had, he started making little incisions into the skin, just far enough to get to the flesh of the orange.
I wondered if this was some crazy French way of eating orange so I kept on watching as he worked his way around the orange. He must have made nearly a hundred little incisions. Then he looked around the canteen, stood up, and hurled the orange, full strength at another kid. The orange hit the other boy on his upper chest and just exploded!
Shortly after that, food was going everywhere. A few kids ducked out of the canteer as soon as it started but the rest just started hurling whatever was left on their trays at each other. Naturally, being a keen francophile and wanting to learn more about French culture, I joined in. Good times.
As someone who works in a French school cantine, I concur.
Way back in the early 1980’s my class at school went on an exchange trip to, er, Poitiers I think.
One day we were visiting the school of the French kids who we would later be hosting. There was a French boy at the far end of the table I was sitting at who ate his meal but, instead of eating the orange he had, he started making little incisions into the skin, just far enough to get to the flesh of the orange.
I wondered if this was some crazy French way of eating orange so I kept on watching as he worked his way around the orange. He must have made nearly a hundred little incisions. Then he looked around the canteen, stood up, and hurled the orange, full strength at another kid. The orange hit the other boy on his upper chest and just exploded!
Shortly after that, food was going everywhere. A few kids ducked out of the canteer as soon as it started but the rest just started hurling whatever was left on their trays at each other. Naturally, being a keen francophile and wanting to learn more about French culture, I joined in. Good times.