Sunny and hot.
Haricots verts and Swiss chard from the potager for dinner greens.
A dozen hens laying deep yellow-yolked eggs for deviled eggs.
The first red tomatoes on the vine.
Sounds like a picnic to me.
A French Pig from the Chapolard's, a cochon to spit roast over an open fire:
- crispy cracklins and succulent ham meat,
- falling off the shoulder bone for pull apart figgy bbq sandwiches.
- mouth smacking ribs dipped in sweet fiery fish sauce
- Walnut and white wine potato salad
- Summer cabbage coleslaw with red wine vinegar
- white peach shortcake with creme fraiche
photo by carnivore TC at www.TimClinchphotography.net.
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4 comments:
Wish I could!.Sounds divine xxx
Oooh wish I could come - we're going to be traveling!
Wish we could be there - it sounds wonderful! Jeanette & Ted
You write like I dream! -- I stole that line from Gore Vidal. But it's essentially true. Someday my wife and I will make it to the South of France to cook, to share, to dine with you.
Tom
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