[More bored airport musings.]

Whenever the French newscast scrolls an all-caps headline including the word “POUTINE” across the bottom of the screen, I wonder excitedly what my favorite dish of French fries with cheese curds and gravy could have possibly done to vault itself onto the world stage.

Then I remember. Ah yes, the Russian president.

I really wish the French would reconsider their spelling. It thrills then disappoints me, every single time.

[Photo: Melanie K. Reed]