When we arrived in Angers from Marseille we were met at the train station by Mme. P and her daughter, Anne-Solenne. It was a joyous meeting for me and a reuniting for Doug. I immediately felt loved and welcomed.
Every meal we had with the P’s was an event. The food was real. It was tasty. We ate in courses. And there was always bread. And cheese.
But this is what I went nuts over…
The tarts.
Mme. P made a rhubarb tart. Another day she made a fig tart…
And still another morning I found her in the kitchen putting together a pear tart. She was using her hands to measure the sugar and eye-balling the amount of cream she poured in. I laughed with delight! She wasn’t following a written recipe, she was creating with la joie de la cuisson.
This pear tart sat by the window for a bit,
and later it became this:
I cannot tell you how GOOD this tart was. Oh my. I still think about how good that tart was.
And I’m sure that the reason it was so good is because only a short time before it became a tart, it was doing this in the yard:
And the fig tart? Me? Eating a fig tart? Well, yes. And it was delicious, too. And before those figs became a tart they were also hanging out in the yard:
Ahhhh…the secret to food that tastes good might be that it is REAL food, plucked from its source. *sigh* I wish I had a greener thumb.
On Friday night Mme. P had the two Elders over for dinner which was a lot of fun because Doug was the missionary who taught the P. family twenty-some-odd years ago.
Elder Scotty S. from Scotland:
and Elder Dylan H. from New York:
Notice how everyone is holding a knife? We must have been in the bread and cheese part of the meal.
It was a fun dinner even though I didn’t understand a lot of what was said. Elder S. was very funny and he translated a lot for me.
And Mme. P was a gracious hostess
and it was a very pleasant evening.
On Saturday Mme. P gave us her car so we could go exploring. She also packed us a picnic. I have no words for her generosity and love.
We had our picnic at the Chateau Saumur in the Loire Valley. We had quiche! I know!quiche! in France! at a castle!
It was just too cool.
And more pear tart.
This is what made an impact on me: Meals are an event. Even when the food is simple (which it always was) it was a special time. It was a time to gather and to talk and to sit and relax. Our meals took an hour, or more. We ate in courses. We ate a plate of tomatoes in vinegar with some bread.
Then a plate of meats would be brought out. Or the quiche.
The tray of cheeses always came out.
And always there was bread. Usually a few different kinds.
It was so simple, and it was tasty and filling and artfully arranged
with flowers from the garden at each place setting.
And there were jams and honey and preserves to choose from.
On our last day with the P’s, before we left for Paris, Sis. P had a special cake for us celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary (which was the reason for the trip).
This was from the bakery
and Mme.P lit the candle for us!
And it was soooooo good!
(But I actually liked the pear tart even better. That is how good it was.)
2 Comments
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Ed
Makes me want to go to France.
heathermommy
I miss France – especially the bread and chocolate. I have this recurring nightmare that we are in France and I keep going to different bakeries and no one has pain au chocolat. It is very disturbing.
The one thing that was very hard for me in France was their love of pork. Yuck.
Quiche and tarts are what is all about – just no pork in the quiche!!
