I visited a recently widowed neighbour today, ostensibly to check how she was getting on but with the ultimate aim of pinching her duck pâté recipe which is to die for.
During the conversation she was trying to work out how old the youngest grandson of another neighbour was. She said he must be the same age as her granddaughter because his tree was planted in the same year as his was and two years after her cousin. Strangely enough, I could then work out exactly how old the said grandson was.
In our village, shortly after a child is born in the village, a tree is planted in the park surrounding the lake. A little plaque is added to the tree with the name of the child whose birth it commemorates. It is quite poignant to walk through the park looking at the names on each tree especially as many are much older now. It is also apparently a useful way of remembering how old children are.
My neighbour then told me there was a foire au porc locally and If I was quick and bought some she would teach me how to make her (sublime) coppa as she promised me some time ago.
I raised the subject of the duck pâté and she said we could do both at the same time. She then went to her outside kitchen and gave me a jar of the prized pâté
RESULT.
