A Game of Chicken

I started this blog fully expecting that reverse culture shock would give me plenty to write about.  In fact, a month into our return, coming back to DC has been more like putting on a comfy pair of old jeans than a rude awakening.  I know I've changed and the world didn't stand still while we were gone, but for the most part, it's been easy to slide back into old routines and find old stomping grounds for the most part much the same.

But a funny thing happened tonight as I was cooking David Lebovitz's Olympic Seoul chicken for dinner.  It's not a French dish but it's one I learned to cook in Paris.  I launched into the familiar routine of skinning and separating the chicken thighs and legs, prepping four of each, just as I had so many times before.  But when it came time to put the pieces in the pan, the same pan I used in Paris, I found there was no room for the legs!  Yes, everything's bigger in America, the cars, the houses, the people, even the chickens.