Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Thursday, 8 November 2012
Tiramisù and Italian
I haven't blogged in a while about my progress in Italian (last time was in September) and a recent anecdote reminded me of it. Last Monday, I had tiramisù for breakfast. I have my breakfasts at work, usually some biscuits, scones, cereal bars I can bring. An Italian colleague had made for us a tiramisù. I was on my way to my desk after a long meeting when she told me, in Italian that there was tiramisù available, and come and get yourself a piece. I was startled: I had understood it. Not everything, but most of it, enough to know there was a tiramisù available. It seems that my sporadic Italian lessons are working somehow. So I said grazie tante and I scooped myself some tiramisù. In the morning. For breakfast. There was some alcohol in it. So fitting. I love Italian breakfasts for this, they are so unapologetically sugary and decadent. So authentic Italian tiramisù for breakfast (I just cannot get over it) and I could understand Italian. It made for a nice beginning of the week.