The Land of Milk and Honey

We dined with a mélange of kiwi and french cultural interchange. I insisted that before we eat, that we all watch a 4 minute tourist promotion of the Land of Milk and Honey.The New Zealand flag was in prime position. The silver fern flag served as a satisfactory table cloth. The humble beeswax candle blinked its flame with vengeance. A calendar-sized picture of a kiwi was propped against the wall. We dined on country vegetable soup and chicken drumsticks. The french component? Red wine of course.