So….here we are in
If you’re squeamish, going to a country market isn’t always recommended. One vendor had, amongst boxes of squash, tomatoes and carrots, a flat of what looked like four dead, feathery pigeons. After he showed me how he cracked their necks, which is exactly what you want to see at 10am, I learned they were doves.
Unfortunately we’re making cassoulet today, so we passed.
We tasted a terrific pain de epices with terrine on it, that was a combination I never would have dreamed of. And I think I'm going to dream of it for a couple of nights now!
Heavily-weighed down, we headed back to Kate’s kitchen and by the blazing fire we ate rillettes, some sort of tongue charcuterie thingy (which is like chewing your own tongue, not my favorite flavor) and marvelous oysters opened by Loïc, Lucy’s husband.
While everyone was peeling and cooking various beans, from dried favas to fresh haricots Tarbais, I made a pear sorbet mixture by carefully peeling the very ripe Comice pears and cooking them just until tender. A bit of sugar was whizzed in, a bit of white wine made it’s way as well, and off it went to the freezer for dessert tonight: it’ll be served frozen, with a drizzle of Calvados and chocolate biscotti.
posted by David Lebovitz