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“i can only survive off cheap wines.” sébastien laughed. “so i’ll give you a little hint, anything i’m going to give you is less than 20. and i can get behind this.” sébastien raised his glass to clink with mason before taking a drink.
at the mention of his language, sébastien gave a girlish giggle. “i love sushi– it was one of the first meals i had when i came here and i’ve never tried it before. i’ve never known that you sell raw meats, especially fish.” sébastien felt his mouth water as the smell from the baked fish hung in the air. “just a couple more minutes, let me check it.” he hopped off the bar stools and went to the oven. he turned on the light to see the sizzle of the fish.
“the difference is in the sanitation or the eggs. so, the states, after the eggs are collected, you wash the egg in a chemical that melts the cuticle of the egg. you use the chemical wash to rid the egg of things like poop and other thing that can possibly get on the egg. however, the cuticle is used to prevent things like parasites. in order to combat that, american’s store their eggs in the fridge.
in the european nations, we don’t do that, we have laws in place for our farms to be more sanitary and so that less dirty gets on it initially. therefore, we can store our eggs at room temperature. because of this separation, you cannot sell us eggs in the european nations and vise versa.” sébastien took out the dinner. he got out two plates from the cabinets and started to split up the food between them. article.
In return, Mason clinked his glass to Sébastien. “If it ends with me drunk and feeling good, I can get behind it too! Our own little wine tasting.”
With questions come answers, and Sébastien had them ready for Mason. In fact, Mason was a little shocked by just how much he knew in regards to eggs. The french man was impressing Mason more and more as the evening progressed. “Wow. I’m going to be leaving here with a plethora of information in regards to eggs. So, now my next question would be whose eggs are better? Ours or Europe? What’s best?” There was probably something Mason could’ve done to help but he was the guest and already offered to get wine glasses earlier, how much assistance did he really need to give? So, instead of doing anything, Mason just watched and sat sipping his wine. “Do you do this often? Have friends over and make them dinner?” He asked, admiring the comfortability Sébastien seemed to feel in the kitchen. “Or am I just lucky?”













