Food and lifestyle.
I was taught quite astutely how to ‘move food’.
Have suitcase, will travel.
When the pomegranate in the courtyard in front of my study, helped along by the first autumn winds, sheds her leaves, I haul my suitcase from the attic.
Food as a lifestyle.
And after that the smell of printer’s ink became a small, albeit rather serious, addiction.
… to the sumptuous tables of Bagatelle in the medieval village of Charroux, Auvergne where for the past 11 years we have been cooking up a little ‘orage’ from baskets overflowing with the magnificent produce of the countryside surrounding the village. Tiny grass asparagus, young purple artichokes, gloriously plumb ducks, the creamiest of cheeses, all find their way to our large table.
We are in the process of restoring a 15th century barn just down the cobbled road from Bagatelle. Soon we will have a rustic and much larger demonstration kitchen to accommodate more of the intrepid food travelers who have asked to spend kitchen hours with us in France.
It is with great pleasure and delight that I invite you to join me at our French table in the Auvergne.