Sundays Are For Sebastian Revisited (#280)

This weekend I still in France, having just finished riding my bike through the Dordogne Valley. I will be on a train back up to Paris in just a couple of hours. As I normally do while on the road, I revisit a Sundays are for Sebastian. This one comes from three years ago when Seba was eleven.

Sebastian is my eleven-year-old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people. 

My wife was giving me her semi-regular grief about the amount of salt I apply to my cooking, particularly vegetables.

My wife: “If you salt the broccoli this much again, I won’t eat it.”

Me:  “I know you think it is too much, but the boys really seem to like it–and I do, too, for what it’s worth.”

Nathan: “There is no such thing as too much salt.”

Me: “See what I mean?”

My wife: “Yeah, but it’s not good for them and I think they are only saying it because they want to be on your side.”

Me: “I am not so sure of that.”

Sebastian: “Could you pass the salt?”






About the drunken cyclist

I have been an occasional cycling tour guide in Europe for the past 20 years, visiting most of the wine regions of France. Through this "job" I developed a love for wine and the stories that often accompany the pulling of a cork. I live in Houston with my lovely wife and two wonderful sons.
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