Another benchmark in getting to know the guys at our local boucherie, I felt the effects of the metric system. Communicating quite well (I thought so at least) I ask for the meat and he asks me how many grams. My jaw goes slack and eyes blank. How many grams? I have no idea! Abandoning my infant-level french, I just exclaim, "I dont know grams!" to which he begins to laugh. "Pounds! you Americans and your pounds!" I am glad this guy likes me or else I doubt he would have laughed so heartily. I tell him it is for 3 people and he gives what he thinks would work. Three burgers later, Luke, LeDoog and I crack up at my idiocy. Whatever, I'm workin' on it.