Sunday was bright and sunny. Through half-drawn curtains, the village saw a tall white woman and a short brown man, walking hand-in-hand, the cynosure of all eyes. Just prior we had gorged on a massive breakfast – French toast, potatoes, bacon, baked beans, sausages, pancakes with maple syrup, and slices of cantaloupes (the Quebecois way of saying ‘melon’). Everything on the table was farm fresh, so fresh that I swear I heard an ‘oink’ from the sausage. The toasts came with a topping of creton – a deliciously salty pork spread.
Sex can make you ravenously hungry.
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