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I beg your Padron?

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Hake is, and I shall have to be corrected if wrong as these things change, the UK’s most sustainable fish currently. However, it is not even close to being the most consumed fish in the UK. Hake reminds me of Spain, I’m told the Spanish adore it and so do I. If you’ve never had it, to me it’s like cod but with softer flakes.

Another thing I’m very keen on are padron peppers – being a mild, savoury tasting little pepper but with 1 in about every six being a knock you head off hot one, it’s like roulette. I love them. Continue reading I beg your Padron?

Introducing Mr Vladimir Von Beaverhausen (Vlad for short)

Also introducing, the former partner of Mr Vladimir Von Beaverhausen, Long John,  and his current partner Vladi.

So we’re in the pantry at the shack, I don’t recall whether it was for an ‘occasion’ although that is a distinct possibility.

Someone has had the fabulous idea to make some ravioli stuffed with various fillings as part of a grand feast. I have now completely lost track of what else we made, because the pasta making was something of an epic. Continue reading Introducing Mr Vladimir Von Beaverhausen (Vlad for short)

Part 2 – The Fastest talking chef in the sud ouest

IMG_0616See part one first…. Pottering around in our new home, assessing jobs to do we lost track of time but suddenly thought we had best go round to the village restaurant to make our dinner reservation. We reasoned that it probably wasn’t necessary but we hadn’t got any real cooking implements so we wanted to secure our supper and we hoped, find that the place was a little gem. Continue reading Part 2 – The Fastest talking chef in the sud ouest

The church bell tolls thrice, a breeze catches the long meadow grass in a whisper…

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I look to the deck chair where my friend snoozes…no sign of life. The gentle hum of a distant tractor and Mata Hari struggles upright, blinking, we stare at each other in the bright sunlight, no need for words, we know what comes next. Continue reading The church bell tolls thrice, a breeze catches the long meadow grass in a whisper…

The fastest talking chef in le Sud Ouest…

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Part One

The eve of the Rugby world cup final in 2003, Rocket and I have flown into Toulouse on the late evening flight, we are embarking on an emotional journey that is to last for over ten years and which continues to this day….

We have collected the keys to our French home, our first real home together and we are as nervous as a pair of kittens. Continue reading The fastest talking chef in le Sud Ouest…