Stunning Sunset
Winter is knocking on the door in Southern France. Here in the Quercy, mornings are sharp and frosty, afternoons blue and brilliant and temperatures have dropped like a stone. The markets are now less than half their summer size, all the tender fruit and vegetables have long disappeared, with gnarled cold-weather warmers piled in their place. I discovered a new one last week. Whilst my weekly heap of leeks and endive, Jerusalem artichokes, red cabbage and celery was being weighed, the stallholder came across a measly rutabaga in my selection. I was late that day, and this was literally the scraping at the bottom of the box. Read More »
