the french christmas table – foodPosted: December 24, 2014 Filed under: food, Northern France, travel | Tags: christmas, dinner, food 17 Comments
Everyone has their holiday favorites, but I thought I’d share this list that illustrates why I so love France. In the little village all the restaurants are closed for family is very important, so as the note I received from my beloved sister and brother in-law in France shows… one must make do…
French cooking frenzy,
amuse bouche: cappucino of chestnuts with flakes of foie gras
starter: coquille st jacques “Normande”, (scallops in calvados cream sauce )
salad: field salad with apples and toasted walnuts, vinaigrette of walnut and maple syrup
Terrine of goose Foie gras with truffles
Beef Tournedos with jus, truffled potatoes
Cheese plate (Abundance, Reblochon, Langres, Burgundy double cream with Truffle
Buche de Noel
wines: Sauterne, St Romain (Burgundy white)…Champagne!!!!
We are Christmasing
Tomorrows menu is even better
dessert – food northern francePosted: July 19, 2014 Filed under: food, Northern France, travel 10 Comments
We stopped at a restaurant for lunch, and we’ve had so much great food for the French take their table seriously.
I was going to talk about the aperitif which was a sparkling wine and tasted of ginger and spice cake, very festive.
I was going to take a picture of the plates, which were modern and stylish or the fact that my sister’s dog Jumi was at our feet as we ate.
Then I was going to talk about the foie gras on a bed of lettuce with little pices of roast duck… perfectly done and complimented by the rolls.
Next I thought I would post about the chop with the white comte sauce and of course “French Fries”, but I just didn’t get pictures taken.
Then dessert showed up.
Freshly baked wafer with ice-cream and whipped cream and a touch of chocolate sauce. I had to take that picture.
at the barricade – tour de francePosted: July 15, 2014 Filed under: Northern France, travel | Tags: northern france, tour de france, travel 26 Comments
The last several kilometers of the race are fenced off, and the finish is lined with a barricade with sponsor logos. This is a virtual city, planted on top of the mountain, and destined disappear hours after the race completes and reappear at the next race.
The VIP’s are on the right, helo’d up or bussed up and share semi-truck trailers that magically turn into restaurants and vantage points. On the left are the everyday people of France who have hiked or ridden their bikes up the steep seven kilometer final ascent to watch one man conquer the mountain.
It has rained all day and mud is everywhere, but the people are polite ( except for a few on the VIP side ) and we have stood for hours 50 meters from the finish waiting for the riders while Jazz and up-beat music plays in a mix of French and English. We watch the race on giant televisions, and periodically the announcers wildly, emotionally explain the race in French. The great Contador has crashed and must abandon, and the crowd murmurs.
There are children here, dogs, hikers, bikers and people dressed up in all manner or costumes. They picnic on the back of semi-truck trailers but when the riders approach the final summit, the thousands of people who have lined the route cheer wildly.
Near the finish, two riders approach the top, an Italian and Pinot ( a local boy ) as they come to the barricade we cannot see them, but we hear the roar, and the thunder of the people pounding the barricade a thunder that rolls forward with them. These men are suffering, pushing through pain and the people cheer wildly. Pinot cannot do it, he is spent, he cannot overcome the mountain and takes second. The third rider approaches, then more and every one is cheered wildly.
This is the magic of the Tour de France.
did I say snails….Posted: July 11, 2014 Filed under: Northern France, travel | Tags: beaune, escargot, food, travel, wine 11 Comments
I meant escargot – tender, served up with butter, garlic, parsley and bread. You secure the shell with the “tool” that looks like a spoon with a hole in it and use the little fork to extract the morsel in garlicky, buttery glory.
Driving through Beaune, we picked up two bottles of wine. One for dinner, one for a few years hence. About 814, the Emperor Charlemagne ordered the village of Aloxe-Corton to be planted for grapes. That’s a history of wine making.
There are great wines exported to other countries, but one of the fun things in life is to visit a place and find wines that are not exported, are of small volume or consumed locally. Some times that’s finding modern treasure.
driving the backroads in northern francePosted: July 10, 2014 Filed under: Northern France, travel | Tags: driving, northern france, opel, travel 14 Comments
Yesterday we drove out with out little rental Opel car, it’s about the size of a child’s toy, along the winding mountain country roads. Some are very narrow, and you probably know, that you take your half out of the middle in those cases. Jan and I looked at each other as we drove out the driveway with a childish excitement realizing we could barely read the signs let alone communicate meaningfully with anyone. That’s how adventures start.
The highways are fine and well marked, and the local roads use traffic circles instead of stop signs as long as you follow the advice of “What ever you do, don’t stop in the traffic circle, keep looping around until you make up your mind.” It’s the back country mountain roads that are so slight and narrow, often relying on periodic pullouts to let faster traffic by or let oncoming traffic pass.
Well, I can tell you that when other drivers come along these roads that are little more than goat tracks one moves a bit to the side, holds their breath and squeezes their shoulders in as if to make both cars fit. Some how they always do.
Our Tom-Tom took us back along tiny narrow roads through the mountains and we were so thrilled make it back. Our Tom-Tom seems to have the soul ( and accent ) of an Irish Girl.
Tomorrow we will share a working-man’s lunch in the village, but we have a long adventurous drive to Dijon.
a snail’s pacePosted: July 9, 2014 Filed under: food, Northern France, travel | Tags: escargot, food, northern france, snails, travel 7 Comments
Sometimes life is fast. Sometimes life is slow. Today hiking in the rain we discovered this slug, about four inches long, a favorite for the birds.
And then we saw this fellow, more of a choice for humans ( Escargot ) we left him to crawl away. The process of preparing snails consists of capturing your snails and placing them in a bucket where you feed them for 1 week. This allows them to purge whatever they have eaten previously which might be toxic or taste unpleasant. Then you “deslime” them by soaking them in mixture of water, salt and a touch of vinegar. Then it’s off to the pot.
To the swift goes the race, but this little fellow inches along.
of yogurt and wars and legends – Northern FrancePosted: July 8, 2014 Filed under: food, history, Northern France, travel | Tags: chestnuts, legends, mountains, northern france, the plank of the beautiful girls, yogurt 4 Comments
Today we started the morning with sheep milk yogurt, it was very rich and instead of fruit in the bottom it was flavored with a chestnut paste. Instead of plastic, the yogurt comes in a small glass pot. I think it tastes better in glass – one little item in the world where quality matters to someone.
The land is rich here but not prosperous. The farms don’t have that finely kept look of Austria or parts of Wisconsin. The Romans took the towns here, but never subdued the Celts that lived in the deep dark forest. It was foreign to the way the Roman armies fought and they were content with roads and cities.
Before the potato came from the new world, chestnuts were crucial to survive the winter for the poor. They made bread from chestnuts to tide themselves through. One of the armies that came through stripped the bark from all the chestnut trees and that winter the villagers starved.
Some of the old stone houses may have had their cornerstones laid four hundred years ago. When you visit, you might find a “hobbit hole” where an original door makes a grown man or woman stoop to enter it.
Nearby is the “Plank of the Beautiful Girls” – where in the thirty year war some young girls jumped to their death before being ravaged by plundering Swedish mercenaries. One of the girls was very beautiful and the leader of the band tried to save her. He emerged with her lifeless body and above her grave carved a plank to honor her.
After war and pestilence and martyrs, spring rains always and the cows graze in the meadows and the larks still sing in Northern France.
northern france – foodPosted: July 7, 2014 Filed under: food, Northern France, travel | Tags: food, France, northern france, tour de france 10 Comments
One of the beauties of France is its honesty. Rich and verdant, we came to visit the tour de France
Few things surpass butter from Normandy with sea-salt on a fresh baguette from a visit to the local bakery.
We are enjoying a world that still loves the table… It might be from the Champagne Les Brun Servenay ( light and dry and perfect ), or in the foi gras with sea-salt and a touch of apricot jam, or the chicken spread which prepared with duck fat, or the olive tapenade with a local cheese melted over it
Some things in life cannot be hurried….
Wishing you the luxury of time….