Easy peasy lemon squeezy
Today Barnaby spent the morning browsing the market in Samoëns. The fruit and vegetables were lovely, as was the enormous array of cured sausages, but he spent most of his time admiring the cheese: Beaufort, Abondance, Tomme, and in particular the Reblochon which reminded him of the wonderful time he had all those months ago in Munster.
Anyway, all that cheese can give a bear a thirst, so he stopped for a refreshing drink. Trying to look like a local, he casually asked for a citron pressé – he’d never tried one before but has picked up enough French to know this means “lemon in a hurry” – or something like that.
Imagine his dismay when they brought him a glass of pure, sour lemon juice. Yuk!
But once we’d explained that you’re supposed to add your own sugar and water, he gave it a try – and its zingy fresh taste cheered him up immediately.
Until he asked for the bill and they charged him €3.60, that is. Cheeky.