Crooked House

A country life in France

A Fete not yet accompli

Rural France is characterised in Summer by the seemingly constant round of Fêtes, Foires and a wide range of special markets and festivals of all kinds (one local one coming up is a celebration of Melons and Garlic!) Every Commune, no matter how small, seems to host its own event and not a one of them is complete without some kind of Repas. Our Maison Celle event on Tuesday was a very special and a-typicalContinue readingA Fete not yet accompli

Just imagine

Imagine, if you will, a small village in South West France. Scarcely more than a hamlet, just a farm and a few houses. It sits astride a quiet Departmental road.

Yesterday, had you been driving along that D road you might have thought it a ghost village as you passed by. Doors closed, not a soul about. … Continue readingJust imagine

Definitely a Thing

I need to report that Beetroot with Raspberry Vinegar is definitely A Thing. Over here it is rare to find raw beetroot. It mostly comes ready boiled, though not pre-packed.  This is a bit of a shame as I do enjoy my beetroot roasted. However, it is highly convenient to  be able to pick up a ready boiled beet and just skin and chop it for a salad. Tonight I conducted further experiments with theContinue readingDefinitely a Thing

Me and my tummy (yummy)

We were out and about on Monday, to Limoges. We had hoped to buy a ladder in order to tackle the wasp nests in the roof but were unlucky. However, we were able to explore the Limoges branch of Grand Frais and to bring some goodies home. We also visited an Asian supermarket and treated ourselves to a steel wok. The heat was almost unbearable. We had the 12v cooler box but it wasn’t copingContinue readingMe and my tummy (yummy)

Adriers

Adriers is a small town a few minute’s drive from here, on the far side of the N147. It is perhaps 7 km away. We will no doubt get to know Adriers well as not only is our GP there but as we discovered this past week, it offers some leisure facilities that we may well wish to use in the future. There is a small motorhome aire, without services, adjacent to the Stade andContinue readingAdriers

Everybody has to meet their rendezvous

We wanted to go away for a few days in the motorhome but were tied to the house awaiting the electricity supplier’s workmen on Wednesday afternoon. The window was between 13:30 and 19:00 hours, which really did not help the planning and packing process  but we got stuck in as well as we could. It was awful hot. The team duly arrived around 14:00 hours, which was good. They evinced some surprise at the meterContinue readingEverybody has to meet their rendezvous

Burrata

I am exceedingly peeved that the photographs that I took of our beautiful supper are somehow not on my camera card. These wonderful tomatoes from Grand Frais were paired with a Burrata cheese from the same source. It was our first Burrata but it certainly will not be our last. In a simple salad with tomatoes and basil, drizzled with good olive oil and Balsamic vinegar, and served with a crusty bread – it wasContinue readingBurrata

Tales from a Crooked Kitchen

Today’s focus has been mostly upon the kitchen, not least because a delivery team from Boulanger spent an inordinate amount of time in there when rehanging the freezer door. It was also far too hot to go outside for long and the kitchen is a relatively cool space in which to hang out. Our first task after the delivery van left was to switch on the freezer and ready it for filling. Task number twoContinue readingTales from a Crooked Kitchen

Grand Frais

A trip to the CPAM office in Poitiers brought about mixed results. Poitiers is the administrative centre for the Vienne and the centre was obviously very busy, far busier than the satellite in Montmorillon. We stood in the queue with sinking hearts and a recognition that a rendezvous was going to be needed… but it wasn’t. Once we had been directed to the correct queue a receptionist gave us a number, just like in Argos,Continue readingGrand Frais

Not as Troglodytic as one might suppose

Our local supermarket, like all the others in France, sells an astounding array of alcohol, with some very good wines at exceptional prices. They also sell some very cheap and cheerful stuff. Without the heavy taxation of the UK, all the alcohol here seems like pretty good value but we are certainly not  used to seeing wine on the supermarket shelves priced in the thirty/fifty pound bracket. So, quite a range… It gets better –Continue readingNot as Troglodytic as one might suppose

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