You may recall two weekends ago My-Reason-For-Living-In-France and I went to the Foire aux Vins de la Gastronomie et du Jardin where one of us ate everything in sight and the other one sipped everything on offer.
In the jardin category, you can see the difference between people who train on bicycles and those who train bicycles. It seems one can make greenery do whatever one desires with some coaching and patience.
Isn't this idea for outdoor dining divine? How chic to combine an old, twisted piece of wood with lamp-shaded lights dripping in crystal prisms.
Above is the largest bottle of Sauternes I have ever seen. (I hate Sauternes even though I've seen friends swoon and moan in pleasure when it accompanies fois gras.)
Cheese, cheese, cheese everywhere. It has been said there are 365 different types of frommage -- one for each day of the year -- while some argue it's closer to 400. All I can say is I've never encountered a French cheese I didn't like.
And the Armagnac.
I told you about the reaction to one teeny sip from the 20-year-old sample bottle of Calvados which nearly sent me to the emergency room. As a result of that experience I didn't dare move over to the Armagnac stand on the other side of the aisle for a taste test. Instead we just bought a 10-year-old bottle.