Monday, 16 December 2019
Cèpes & bons vivants
Arthur and Vincent go Cèpe hunting, eat some of them raw, make an Ostrich omelet, and, as usual, drink plenty of red wine. Regular life here in the South West (apart from the Ostrich egg).
This will give some indication about why we are all obsessed with Cèpes over here. I don't think you need to be a French speaker to enjoy this.
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This video has inspired a confusing collection of conflicting emotions in me. I think I might have to lie down for a while.
Ishould have ended up in france instead of Greece. So civlised with the big wine glasses and I bet a decent vintage, the cigar, and oh for that omelette with the those fresh mushrooms.
Love the mushroom baton. They are certainly well camoflaged. You need patience and experience in those there woods to find your cepes and bon vivants. I thought he was saying the l'orange was poisonous but as they seemed to be eating it in the end I presume I was wrong.
After this year's dire harvest, I feel rather the same.
The 'Oronge' is one of the finest mushrooms I did a piece about them quite recently. I was a bit surprised to see them all eating them raw, the only time I ate Cepes raw I had the most terrible indigestion afterwards.
My brother once had such a bad 'reaction' to mushrooms (he'd picked them, so his own fault) that I won't even consider eating one, 50 years later!
You should never pick, and eat, mushrooms if you don't know exactly what you're doing. Even here we stick to just a few varieties that we know well. Having said that, there are very few that will kill you.
The French language is so lovely to hear. Everything sounds better in French, although I did not understand anything they said.
I really enjoy speaking French, I also find myself thinking in French these days.
Hahaha, likewise! I was just thinking that Paul Whitehouse could probably do a brilliant sketch based on this...
The man's a comic genius. Love him.
Maybe you misunderstand me. I find most Frenchmen to be pains in the arse, but I love their uncomplicated appreciation of scavenged food and the celebration of it to be inspiring. I love their traditional values but I don't like their chauvinism. It's a strange mix of attraction and repulsion for me.
They are quite difficult to spot, unlike mushrooms in an open field.
I suppose that's all part of the fun, you really feel exhilarated each time you find one.
They're extremely nationalistic, and if you attend a big summer meal you'll still find all the women at one end of the table (nearest the kitchen) and all the men at the other. I think it'll be a while before all that changes.
We only pick brown morels in the spring. We can count on them pretty much being in the area where they were last year.
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