There’s a commercial that has been playing on American TV for the past few months. It’s an ad for Denny’s and features Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy shilling for Denny’s Grand Slam Breakfast. The Grand Slam comes with bacon. At least they didn’t have Miss Piggy scarfing down a plate of their Moons Over My Hammy.
The irony here is that in The Muppet Movie, Doc Hopper chases Kermit and his pals all the way to Hollywood in order to procure Kermit’s services as spokesfrog for his chain of frogs’ legs restaurants. Kermit’s pals stick by him and they eventually defeat Hopper and reach Hollywood.
As a longtime admirer of Kermit, I feel like I’ve let him down. Last night at dinner, I ordered ravioles de cuisses de grenouilles et champigion de Paris, not knowing exactly what it was. It came with a chicken-based sauce and was delicious. The ravioli filling tasted a bit like sausage, but I couldn’t place it precisely. Turns out it was frogs’ legs (cuisses de grenouilles), a dish I would never have ordered had I known what it was. Sorry, Kermit.