Saturday, January 31, 2015

Lemon Sole.

10.00 pm. The lady from the fish shop phones. She's tracked down some Lemon Sole. It will be landed at Arcachon that night and be with her first thing in the morning.
We set off to the fishmongers early. The angelic duo sit at the front door of the shop while the Lemon Sole is filleted. We also come away with some Langoustine. The PONs eye the salmon fillets but are disappointed.
A quick detour to the cake shop. Here, the PONs have better luck and are given some shortbread. Sophie has a suspicion that Bob has been given a bigger piece . She yelps in dismay.
It's still blustery. The wind strong enough to form ripples on the puddles along the lane. The PONs plough through the water like Pharaohs chariots . They return home sodden.
By eight Bob looks tousled. Sophie looks like an absolute fright.


  1. Duke and Petite-Chose at 2GJanuary 31, 2015 at 8:07 AM

    Poor Sophie, it just isn't fair, is it? The very same wind that can make Bob look merely tousled, leaves her with yet another "I can't do a thing with it" hair day.
    Lemon sole - wonderful, but are langoustine really over 30 euros a kilo? Down the road, in very wet and gale force windy Spain, we pay around 10 euros a kilo. But that's from the supermarket - in our little town the only fish shop has long since gone out of business - a great pity.

  2. Hmmm. Mine's a tartelette citron this morning, s'il vous plait.
    Cheers! Gail.

  3. Now I am hungry...
    That baba chantilly is looking good.

  4. Oh the cakes, I'm doing my Sophie 'yelps in dismay' that I get to them!

  5. Sophie may be tousled, but she's certainly a culinary expert!