Tracy S. Morris

Quirky Mysteries, Screwball Fantasy and Sassy History

French food (that was sort of Italianish.)

Written By: Tracy - Apr• 21•16

Back between my last big breakup and when I met Hubby, I watched this unlikely romance. (Kevin Kline as a scuzzy French thief with a pornstache?  How is that romantic?) But something about the plot spoke to me and it became my favorite romantic comedy.

Meg Ryan is Kate, a woman engaged to Charlie the Doctor.  Because she’s afraid to fly, hates the French and dosen’t want to mess up her application for Canadian citizenship, she refuses to go to France with Charlie.  But before he goes, she confesses to him that she’s built up a nest egg big enough to buy a house with.

Charlie the Doctor gets scared that his whole life is now planned out and dumps neurotic Kate for Juliet the French goddesse (Dr. Charlie says it’s French for goddess).

Kate jumps a plane, meets Luc the thief, accidentally helps him smuggle diamonds and gets her luggage, money and papers stolen. As you do.  This leads to her having her paperwork for Canadian citizenship rejected. Since the official at the American Embassy gets into a snit because Kate was trying to immigrate and won’t issue her a new passport, Kate is now without country.

In order to get close to Kate and get the diamonds back, Luc offers to help her win Doctor Charlie back. I’m sure you can guess the end.

I don’t typically love romantic comedies.  But this one resonated with me.  Probably because it was a right place, right time kind of thing. It’s about a girl who breaks up with the guy she thinks she’s supposed to be with and along the way finds the guy she’s really supposed to be with.  There is great banter, Meg Ryan is quirky, Kevin Kline is gloriously sarcastic.

And there is this:

Luc: Why are you chasing after him after what he’s done to you? 

Kate: Because I love him! And I’m afraid that if he doesn’t come back that I’ll… it’ll hurt so much that I’ll just shrivel up and I’ll never be able to love anyone ever again. 

Luc: You say that now, but… after a time, you would forget. First, you would forget his chin, and then his nose, and after a while, you would struggle to remember the exact color of his eyes, and one day you wake up and, pfft, he’s gone: his voice, his smell, his face. He will have left you. And then you can begin again.


What can I say about what that meant to me in that time and place? The idea of being able to leave the past behind and begin again?  The idea that someday it would get better?

And it did.

So if I have to choose a romantic comedy for Date Night that is not My Big Fat Greek Wedding (last month’s date night, that I forgot to blog a about) French Kiss is my favorite.

I planned to write about the food, but I guess my own introspection about the movie was more important.

Here are the recipes I used:

Easy Pie Crust

Sundried Tomato Pesto Quiche

Creme Brûlée 

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