Mushrooms
Stick 6 strangers in a new house in a new location and I'll bet my top dollar it will take them a while to settle into a routine. Supply chain problems (I am doing an MBA after all) in the food domain are particularly apt to appear in the first week. Combine this with the French aptitude for generally not working whenever possible, and the odds of the house being out of food on the first Sunday become almost certain.
And so it was - on the first Sunday there was no food. Having got up mid afternoon with a mundo hangover following a 5:30AM party effort, it was too late to purchase food. So one of my compatriots suggests - why don't we go to the forest and pick mushrooms. Then we can cook them and eat. I thought, why not indeed? And so off we went.
Now the thing about forests, and particularly forests of the "2nd largest in Europe" type is that they are well, large. Not just large, but uniformly large. Not a good combination with two intrepid mushroom picking explorers. After just 30 minutes we were what an MBA might describe as "without a positional strategy". I however, have not yet got one of these important bits of paper, so shall just refer to it as bloody lost.
And we remained lost for the best part of the remainder of the day - or almost 3 hours. By some stroke of luck we managed to stumble on a road that looked like it might go somewhere which has been inhabited in the past millennium and managed to exit the wooded nightmare about 3 km down the road from where we started.
At least we had enough mushrooms for dinner - it was much needed.
And so it was - on the first Sunday there was no food. Having got up mid afternoon with a mundo hangover following a 5:30AM party effort, it was too late to purchase food. So one of my compatriots suggests - why don't we go to the forest and pick mushrooms. Then we can cook them and eat. I thought, why not indeed? And so off we went.
Now the thing about forests, and particularly forests of the "2nd largest in Europe" type is that they are well, large. Not just large, but uniformly large. Not a good combination with two intrepid mushroom picking explorers. After just 30 minutes we were what an MBA might describe as "without a positional strategy". I however, have not yet got one of these important bits of paper, so shall just refer to it as bloody lost.
And we remained lost for the best part of the remainder of the day - or almost 3 hours. By some stroke of luck we managed to stumble on a road that looked like it might go somewhere which has been inhabited in the past millennium and managed to exit the wooded nightmare about 3 km down the road from where we started.
At least we had enough mushrooms for dinner - it was much needed.
posted by The Apprentice at 11:46 AM
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