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just peeked in our wonderfully large bathroom cabinet. how is it that it's nearly full? all my supplements, herbal concoctions and flower essence and homeopathic remedies brought from the states, then the things that we already bought here: aspirin with codeine (yes), mosquito potion, allergy medicine. i was thinking of odd, family quirks that seem encoded in our dna; a fear of flying, a love of baseball, food dislikes. my mother and grandmother have an attachment to vitamins and minerals.

i digress from france. but it is now two weeks since we've been here and i realize that here is starting, just a bit, to feel like a home. we know most of the kebab shops in the walls of avignon and we have our favorite. kebabs, by the way, are the fast food of france. they are also the tacos of france in that they are a tasty import from the south. and they outnumber the crepe shops 2:1. kebabs, by the french definition, are small, thin slices of lamb (or at least i think it's lamb), shaved off a cone of lamb on vertical rotating spit that's about two feet tall and eight inches wide at the base. the shaved meat is placed in a pita with some sauce. you can also get your kebab with salad, french fries, or both. yeah, french fries in the sandwich. i got used to that one real fast.

ah yes, seth walks in now with a thought. i thought i told him to lay off the wine :

do you think all the foods that are available to us now span the range of tastes? that is, are there foods out there, like on other planets, that have tastes we are capable of tasting and haven't yet?