After the vegetables found forgotten, I'll make a surfeit of heirloom tomatoes. It is true that it
throws, shades of reds and oranges, with a small Crimean Black to do the trick and a history of saying Green Zebra, and torn purple basil oil Picholine, "especially not with vinegar, unhappy ! served in the arbor in Anduze (city famous for its sausage instead, its bamboo and terracotta vases inspired by the Medicis, but as the city where Brice de Nice Chouchou married she had to leave a fortune in the SLP to lose focus of the Gard, formidable, to arrive at the capital to drill-and since Loulou bump for Blier, the ice will soon rise to 10 euros and we can no longer afford a glass Cévenole Blueberry-cream-brown and cream after swimming without crossing the Parisian intelligentsia, and besides Uzes becomes corny and someone who opens a restaurant called the combine and serve the pudding espuma chestnut flakes, then disembark Fooding, etc. ...) I digress
short, all the tomato farmers have made the old, died of laughing as they are, that enables them to triple the cost of tomato base, you type the 6 euros per kg at least. But on the road
Mas Levesque, between the Magi and Ales, biodynamic tomatoes, Russian, Beef Heart and all the clicks are less than 2 euros per kilo. Everywhere, peaches to 4 / 5 euros per set, and melons to 1 euro. Between Barjac and Saint John of Maruejols, farm Fontcouverte the pélardons competition, the day of the strainer silky old who are grater than 1.15 euro, the guinea fowl that are seen running outside are less expensive than the Red label supermarket and the best I have tasted in my life. I gently roasted in cast iron casserole with a little bacon, thyme and lots of garlic, the juice becomes golden brown and the white stays moist.
Further west, the territory of the AOC Cévennes sweet onions, to Vigan, the net 3kgs is trading at 5 euros.
We go by the Causses while passing through the center of France, the car is filled with delicious smells, sometimes brewed with thyme and eucalyptus even force the driver to roll windows down. It is nice
Thiebo (yes, I know the real spelling), no problem but should not push, Sant'Ambrogio, since the beginning of the century, because of the Russian, and we spent the seeds, try ask the old Adolphe Lafont in costume and hat hanging with his shiny steelyard if his tomatoes are old, it will take you for a "calu.
Earth Seed had felt it coming since long before returning to dissent with Kokopelli (please, if you do not already know, Google once, if you have a little courage, go up Vandana Shiva if she does not touch the Nobel Peace Prize one day, that one, before breaking his neck slipping in the bath I know, you go and you hit a big shot of blues but well, that or the weather in Paris, it will change you too much and you will sleep less ignorant, muttering in your sleep: "No, no, no Monsanto ").
where I was?
Oh yeah, short, yellow tomato, orange or mixed (I admit a preference for the Pineapple, beautiful and sweet, that's immediately what caused the table), former or not, if it is no field, forget it.
I just returned from two weeks in the Cevennes, my tomatoes crawl ashore, this year they have not yet had the "disease" despite the heavy downpour in Paris, they are very good, Hallelujah. Arriving at night, I picked them in light of the Iphone, they were eaten cut into quarters, just a little oil from Vans, a little salt and basil torn, you see, what ... More when my friend Anthony, a Sicilian by her mother, saw that I was putting not only of vinegar, I distinctly saw his eyes cloud over with tears, or was it when I told him about my first harvest picked on a caper caper that my mother planted before the surrender before we leave, which I put in salt and 20g must at a minimum?
Meals "on road", so: Laguiole 18-month bought the same morning to ... Laguiole (before the 3 hour traffic jams), Roquefort Gabriel Coulet, guts and the creamiest I've forgotten the name, found in the cavalry, in the shadow of the Templars, Bintje water topped with a sweet onion fondue of Vigan Cévennes mingled with aligot Tomme de Laguiole and cream with a hint of spice 4. A tray
Fleur d'Aubrac later and catch up with cathodic looking Masterchefs, I attack a kind of burgundy in Cambo, who looks very much like my mother's stew, orange peel is good Languedoc-Provençal but I'm not sure that growlers like the shot of the tomato. It sticks to the technique, I'm pretty porcini mushrooms that Paris and concentrated than tomatoes but hey, let's not quibble. When the coup
chocolate in small doses for velvety finish, it does it well too.
In addition it will allow me to use this UFO created by Valrhona, the chocolate balls Xocopili or spicy (what I thought when I bought a jar of 1kg at G Detou?? A rate of 10 balls per crap, I have for 10 years). I also
Chinese sauce and monkey light, I hate all the Burgundians to the fleet as stews stuck. While I ate the other day at Saintes Maries de la Mer a soft pad toro AOC (which was not killed by a banderillas novillado or broke his leg in a abrivado and m 'evoked North American bison), I saw some of stews and bluish white toro wine badly cut and too much flour.
So super easy on the flour, flour but still ...
And with that, in Provence, it is rather macaroni and "cheese" Parmesan understanding for the rich.
Ah yes, Cambo therefore, and Masterchefs:
Topchefs I found tedious and Masterchef is indigestible, not on substance but form. Music
Packaging and assembly are unbearable and dramatization: violins, tagada tsointsoins, tears, hugs and kind interviews or Secret Loft Story, Cast of "cases", careful mixture United Colors of Benetton make me almost regret "A dinner almost Perfect "with its plethora of breasts, her tiramisu, folk dances, cabaret entertainment, its fake Elvis and his sets Breton style scrapbooking set under the glass table of the show.
My real curiosity has not held up to 4 hours, the pub Herta, the great guignolade and the effects of crane (but that how this thing has cost the ???).
Oh, I forgot to mention special repetitive shots of warehouses on the plain of St. Denis with the camera to flush debris.
Yet, I find the tests not stupid at all, mayo and onions humbling for sculptors espuma, the excited patients and the glass of the spoon, it is rather refreshing.
Jurors are perfect "bad cop" and "good cop", they make me a little sick at heart because to have done some work in film, I feel they have legs hurt because they spent hours standing onion in a row (haha). In addition, each chose a posture once for all: arms crossed for Anton, probing dubious chin for Camdeborde, legs spread well camped or hands in his pockets for ... Assurancetourix (it, it'll follow !).
As Carole Rousseau, she seems to wonder what she is doing there unless it is close to hypoglycemia should perhaps he infused a little gravy on top.
I will not comment on the crass ignorance and arrogance of certain candidates, they were obviously cast for this, besides the forums are very good. I'm stuck in that "Love is in the meadow" issue of anthology: "Free Freddy save Lucia, BAFF Jean Pierre." My
hisses gently stew, I did as told Julien "Yuck, it's OK, I boil and flambé the wine before adding it more digestible.
I did something unspeakable, I put a squirt of ketchup Lidl (spat, swore, that the neighbors who left when I've taken home).
In fact I saw a real drama: the great ketchup Mutti is not available in France, I finished the package I received from the press agent.
Promised next week I'll get the recipe for homemade ketchup from mother Celine Dion on Google and, as Montrealers with tomatoes Jean Talon Market, I'll do my ketchup for the winter, I run the tomato ketchup recovered from ancient seeds dissident "Kokopelli-not the patenting of life" If that's not sore ...
