We truly did have good
intentions the other Friday afternoon: a brisk walk through our rural village
of Messimy, and up through the Monts du Lyonnais, then back home for a
bowl of hearty, healthy vegetable soup.
As we approached the
church we noticed a crowd of villagers grouped around the Salle Jeanne Arc.
‘Mmn, what’s happening
over there?’ my walking pal asked, so across we trotted to see what the fuss
was about. And voilà, in usual French
style, we found ourselves in the throes of la
dégustation des produits regionaux (tasting of regional products).
‘We don’t have to stay
long,’ I said, as we moved from stand to stand, tasting local jams and honey,
bread baked into animal shapes, salami made with blueberries, cheese, mushrooms
and other unlikely ingredients.
We then trooped over to the other room, and
started on the macaroons, chocolate almonds and snails. Yes, a strange marriage
of tastes, but never mind.
Our last stop was the
wine stand, offering local reds, rosés, whites and a new pink bubbly one.
Of course, we never
got any further on our walk, and the hearty, healthy vegetable soup went into a
Tupperware in the fridge.
4 comments:
That shaped bread gives a whole new meaning to croque monsieur!
Certainly does, Barbara..croque croc??
I see you're quite close to Lyon. Did they have any Jesus sausages? A pork product called Jesus de Lyon always makes me giggle!
Sorry, Wendy... I've never heard of Jesus sausages...yes, what a giggle!
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