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I was doing a volunteer project abroad in Naples, living communally with people from all over the world. A French colleague decided he would make dinner the following night, and rang his dad to find the recipe he was thinking of. It involved creme fraiche, chicken and whatnot.
We were all chatting outside and he mentioned his plan to the boss, who was visiting. The boss informed him that creme fraiche is not to be found in Italy - the guy's face was such a picture, it really can't be put into words. He just said 'whut?' in his strong accent, in the most deadpan manner. He then stood up from the table and walked off as if he'd just learned his mother had been in a traffic accident or something.