Homemade Ratatouille

This blog had been a little heavy lately, what with my parents and brother’s family almost dying in a fire and all, so let’s lighten it up a bit.

Have you seen Ratatouille? Andrea had a sleepover at a friend’s house a few weeks ago. Kevin and I found one little pub-type theater still showing it and took Joshua on a special kid date to watch it.

Yes, as all the reviews state, it is too long. But it’s good. The music is fantastic. I could be biased as I love all things French, even going so far as to minor in it. During high school, a picture of the Eiffel Tower graced my closet door. Occasionally my husband will flip through the manual of a new appliance/electronic device because he’s secure enough in his manhood to peruse the directions. I respond by trying to read them to him in French. I even eat French fries whenever I purchase fast food. Oh, yeah, hardcore.

We loved the show. Joshua came home inspired to act out the parts of the movie where Remy controls the new chef’s motions by pulling chunks of hair while hidden under the toque blanche, or chef’s hat. (If you click on that link you’ll learn fascinating facts like this: each pleat on the hat represents a different way to cook an egg.)

I think I smell a rat!