French Summer Playlist
Pretend this is an audio track: “Just pull over here.” = Field of Sunflowers. “I’ll go get the Rosé. Buzet or Cotes de Gascogne? = Night Market “How many tomatoes should I buy?” = Lavardac Wednesday Market “Turn the water on to the shower, please!” = Gypsy Caravan Campers “Can you hold the diffuser, please?”= Food Photographers at work “More ice!” = The Aperitif Hour Barman “Can... Read More
Lamb Tails from the Keeping Kitchen.
If wishes were beggars, horses would ride… or be careful what you wish for. This little cook wished for lambs a couple of years ago. Lamb is quite dear here in France. Why? No idea! So I decided to grow my own. After all the grass at Camont is lush and green all summer. And we already had chickens, ducks, cats and Bacon to tend. What could be so difficult? The two little lambs were cute. CUTE they were, with black lunettes de soleils spots... Read More
Weekend Breakfast-at-Camont. Asparagus & HAM
It begins here, with two good ingredients. Ham- Eric Ospital’s Ibaiona brand from the Basque Country. Asparagus- local, just picked and carried to the market so fresh it snaps. This week, my Kitchen Godmother, Vétou Pompele, came by for weekend breakfast (a decidedly not French event) and asked me what I would make for her. I grabbed a copy of my first cookbook that chronicled my early days sailing on the Julia Hoyt and said, “Your... Read More
it’s all about the buzzzzz: NEW working grrls-at-Camont
Oh Honey! Beekeeping-at-Camont, Round 2. A couple summers ago I trapped? caught? coaxed? a wild swarm to move into my waiting hive- la ruche. I savored the summer apiarist antics while discovering the sweet taste of Camont, letting the garden wild up, and learning from my favorite beekeeper- Narcisse Ferronato. The winter was hard, the swarm was fickle, bee mites attacked and the bees were all gone by the spring. Like many new things I’ve... Read More
Synchronized Cooking- the new Olympic sport?
truffled homemade pasta coming up! I imagine fireflies pulsing in rhythm in a tree in some remote forest. Then a school of little silver fish darting left in unison, then blinking silver right. A flock of seabirds part the clouds in graceful aerial hijinks. Although I ranted about the predictable trending trend a couple of weeks ago, I must give homage to the way we pulsing cooking blogging folks group up together and light the barren forest with... Read More
