A mother and daughter dinner of chicken and chicory. Léa stuffed her cheeks full of smoked chicken, miraculously managed to swallow most of it (rest assured that the escaped bits were quickly shovelled back in) and then even found room for some bread, boiled chicory and bell pepper. When she was bored with those, it was time to demand the chicken from my bowl as well (“nehnehnehNEHNAAA”). But I played dumb and kept all the fowl for mememe.
When it was time for dessert, every bite of icy watermelon made her pull a funny face, but she kept right on chewing. That’s my girl.