Some time ago, I was relaying a story to Phil and I ended with the disclaimer, “But, you know, he’s cuckoo for cocoa…” Before I had the chance to finish, Ben supplied the word I had obviously intended, … “vin.”
Those of you in my general age range who lived for Saturday mornings when you could wake up early, not bug your parents, and pour yourself a generous helping of (if you were lucky) sweetened cereal while you watched cartoons with all the accompanying ads… you know that the line from the ad for Cocoa Puffs was, “Cuckoo for cocoa puffs! Cuckoo for cocoa puffs!” To be fair, Phil knew exactly where I was headed, but I don’t know what it says about our current circumstance or our French pronunciation that Ben legitimately thought the line was cuckoo for coq au vin. I want to go on the record right now to say that if there is a cocoa van out there, delivering cocoa (or chicken) ice-cream-truck-style, I’m all in. Sign me up.
Until then, we will settle for the delicious French dish of chicken, mushrooms, bacon, shallots, and wine. Bless Phil’s heart, he cooked with Ben tonight while I was trying to prep things at school for a special day tomorrow.
