gésiers.
I couldn't bear to use a photo of what gésiers actually look like. Google at your own discretion! Last week, my French neighbor Daphné invited me over for a "girls' dinner" while her husband was out of town. Before then, we'd shared several meals together with our husbands, I'd helped her with her resume and cover letter, and Kevin and I dog-sat their adorable pup for a weekend. But we'd never really had the chance to just sit and talk together as women. To me, this dinner meant that we might be moving from being just neighbors to actually becoming friends. The day before our agreed-upon night, I emailed her to ask what I could bring. She wrote back: For tomorrow, I am planning a salade landaise (gésiers / lightly fried potatoes / onions and greens + extra inspiration) and apple in the oven. If you'd like, you can bring some wine, or anything that would go well with the meal. I assumed "gésiers" was ...