Spanish Roadkill- a baker’s dozen
When my French Kitchen gets side tracked, as it often does, it’s usually because I live too close to Spain—close to the Atlantic, close to the Mediterranean and close to… a completely different palate. From the latest Spanish Road Trip with Signor Clinch, a dozen pictures of markets and bars in Gallicia. Gallicia of pulpo, Ribeiro, chorizo, morcillo, and corporal and spiritual pilgrims. Bar kitchen 0’46 chorizo cooked in wine little bowls of wine granite market pilgrim’s... Read More
Berry nice…
I wasn’t kidding about seeing red. The flavor of the moment is Strawberry, here in the flat fertile Garonne River Valley. And while our own potager at Camont is growing greener by the minute, (tarbais beans are 6 inches high, leeks, kale and courgettes sprouted, tomatoes, aubergine and peppers in…) it’s the fruit of someone else’s labor that takes my fancy. These oversized (and admittedly too juicy) monsters caught my eye at the Nerac Saturday Market.... Read More
Spring makes me see RED!!!
Home sweet Home to a French Spring that is as RED as it is green. From the Lot-et-Garonne market gardens to our near daily markets, French artisan food producers keep us in the pink and healthy with several varietals of sweet, perfumed fraises. Charlotte, gariguette, mara des bois, ciflorette... all in the height of the season. Last week’s summer warm weather (75-80′) made for some super sweet juice available from one enterprising producer. After filling a basket... Read More
