I've mentioned in the past that I drink a spoonful of walnut oil every morning; well yesterday I ran out.
So you can imagine how pleased I was to discover that my very own village has its very own producer of walnut oil; and only a couple of kilometres away from my front door. I've lived here for 42 years, and didn't know!
I popped down to see Madame Branche yesterday afternoon, and purchased the above.
The farm was very typical of most local homes. A mixed array of ramshackle buildings, liberally spread around an ancient farmhouse. I heard radio music coming from inside a barn, so knocked on the door. Inside were two jolly ladies sorting walnut halves on a home-made conveyor belt.
I chatted for a while, paid 'regally' for my small bottle of oil (well it is all Bio, home produced, and delicious), and spent a wee while talking about their little enterprise.
It's amazing what you can find in your own backyard; if you know where to look!