Fatty Liver

This morning, the collection included a Muscadet, a Picpoul and a Chablis from our oyster wine-match experiment. Then, of course there was the Tavel – a palate cleanser before the main, then the rest of the whites with it. I think the “Vallon” from Mas de la Dame probably got popped about 10pm. God knows…

Cherry Frangipane

A trip to a provincial market is always inspiring, but the recent one I took to Tarascon, in the Bouche du Rhone departement was an eyeful of the grandest degree. I came home with a bundle of goodies, not the least, but the cheapest, being a half kilo of deep purple ripe cherries for the…

On taste, or goût.

“So French.” It’s a compliment. For just about any other nation, it would probably be accompanied by a roll of the eyes and a groan – “So Australian.”, “So British”, “So American.” But the French have somehow put a stamp on their style, bonding it to the country’s name with a cordon bleu and wrapping…

Je suis bête

Je suis bête. Mais, c’est bien. It’s my first morning in France for a few years. Yesterday, my arrival played as a comedy of errors, and unfortunately some errors of little comedy, but today will be easier. I know it sounds tritely droll, but a little baguette and beurre, speckled with salt of the Camargue…