When my mother has a little "apericube" side

Wednesday 8th April

23rd day under lockdown 

I just realized I do write a lot about my mother (well actually I didn’t realize it, she pointed it out to me but let’s say that it’s the same thing) which is funny because it’s absolutely involuntary ! 

Anyway I discovered yet another funny, kooky, odd aspect of my procreator: the tendency to turn her sentences in a very la-di-da way. Aka, the "apericube" trend.
Apericubes are small square of cheese, typical French appetizers which I personally find disgusting. There are different flavors (going from simple cheese and herbs to caviar) and they tend to be eaten by vintage people who delicately scoop them on wooden forks (if you are an apericube eater, no offense you eat what you want).
My mother, following her impulse keeps on forming phrases like "I shall ask you to go clean your hands at the lavatory before we dine" and out of pure concern I took as duty to point out her swanky language which turns out more complicated than I thought.....

Now you’ll excuse me, I have to go "dispose the buffet for the collation".