I am officially on the wagon. Not with booze, but with DUCK!
We ate duck in Paris almost everyday. We ate duck confit, smoked breast of duck (magret de canard), duck rillettes, duck liver pate, even duck giblets, and foie gras (goose liver, which I actually never liked, and I am a liver fan). They served us duck 3 different ways on the French airlines we took over and back to the U.S.
Duck must be the country mascot of France.
At home, I never order duck, it's always greasy and fatty, but over there, it is always fantastic.
To put it mildly, I AM DUCKED OUT!
Well, someone must have read the blog from French airport security when I mentioned I was smuggling in the duck rillettes in my luggage, (those wonderful looking homemade jars from that farm in Burgundy, which we haven't opened yet).
While enjoying a glass of early a.m. champagne in the airport lounge, waiting to board our departure flight to the U.S., I heard my husband's name being called on the Orly airport paging system "Passenger Monsieur Henri ....... blah blah blah". I said to myself, could that be MY husband's name being called over a French airport loudspeaker?
Well, sure enough, security walked into the airport lounge and asked to see my husband. They took his passport & papers and whisked him off. I kid you not.
I sat there for half hour, on the verge of hysteria. Alone in a panic. Was it the duck rillettes? Was it the kilo of vacuum packed dates from the Emirates that a friend gave me to take home (that looked like drugs!)? I was freaking.
We had no cell phones and I had no idea where they took him!
I actually started to cry. I was overtired (and we know how much I love to fly), and I had had 2 glasses of Perrier Jouet already!
The girl said to me "Madame, please do not worry, if it were serious, then the police would've come and taken you both away, I am sure it is a baggage issue". Oh thanks, that makes me feel a lot better!
About 45 minutes later (seemed like 4 hours!), my poor husband came back, calm (at least one of us was), and told me that while x-raying the luggage before going into the cargo of the plane, they saw some metal rods and questioned him in security and asked to him to go down to security and open the luggage.
He told them that his crazy wife had to bring freakin' duck home and he was sorry. They pitied him and let him carry on the 2 jars of rillette de canard (they must know how wives can be!).
It was the metal closures on the jars that were the red flag. You can bring in the items from France, as long as they are vacuum sealed, but the metal is a no no.
They were very nice about it, they could have confiscated the contraband.
So, the duck smuggling criminals were free to go home to New Jersey.
The moral of the story is: Don't blog about every little detail, down to what you are eating in the middle of the night, to what you are sneaking in your luggage!
You never know who is reading!
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