Sophie is in one of her '' This is my world and I fear nothing " moods. I make a mental note not to take her with me to the greengrocers. When Sophie is in one of these moods 'interactions' happen.
An unusual sight. A group of twenty or so Arab ladies and gentlemen park their cars and congregate outside the Salle de Fetes. They then head off down the ox track towards the stream. The men wear tracksuits and lace caps. The women wear headscarves and what, for lack of the correct term, I'll call sparkly sari trousers. Orange and turquoise are popular colours. The men walk ahead, the women walk behind. The women's shoes are covered in sequins and look very dainty. I feel like shouting after them to say that the path is muddy but they've set off down the hill at a cracking pace.
The venerable Ford Transit motor home has returned. The Old Farmer has driven overnight to avoid the heat. He parks it at the side of the house in the shade. There were problems with the engine cooling system in Grenobles. '' I'll get the parts tomorrow. It'll be a simple job to replace the fan and we'll be on the road again on Tuesday ". The Belgian lady makes a quick appearance. Rather disappointingly her long Lady Godiva tresses have gone and she's reverted back to having short auburn hair. She informs me she plans to redecorate the inside of the motor home. Angus thinks sanitize might be a better word than redecorate but opts to say nothing. '' We grilled sausages every night " she adds.
At the market Angus and Bob buy a box of old variety tomatoes. '' You've got a dozen types in there " says the greengrocer. Getting the box of tomatoes back to the car while holding Bobs lead is easier said than done.
We go to the lamprey restaurant. There is a fish tank at the front door with live lampreys swimming around in it. 'The Font' claims they were delicious. The sole was so-so.
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Curious to know more about the flavour and texture of the lampreys. One imagines slimy and muddy...
Think of overcooked squid in a thick brown sauce and you'll be more than halfway there.
How does "The Font" manage to down lampreys with gusto yet stop at one bite of pastries?
Each to his own. Sorry, but they sound most unappetising. Was that the thick brown sauce that looked more like river mud on the video?
Hari OM
...what! No trout??? Those toms loom tasty though. YAM xx
The sauce was very brown and very salty and accompanied by boiled leeks.
No trout but I was grateful for anything other than lamprey in gelatinous brown sauce.
Some would say will power, others might put it down to a childhood eating pickled herring and gravadlax.
Deliciousness is in the tastebuds of the beh.........eater.
I wish for a box of those beautiful tomatoes.
Sophie does have a rather defying-the-world look this morning.
A visit to Kate, the American chef, to learn the secrets of that tomato soup might be an adventure! YUM.
...hehehehe and I would have been grateful to have typed 'look' instead... but perhaps anything would indeed 'loom' tasty compared to GBS! Yx
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