Let them eat cake
Trip Start Nov 27, 2009
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Our hosts were wonderful, plying us with local drinks, walnut wine yum, and local foods, lots of Roquefort and goats cheese (unlucky Laura!). They were even very gentle with Laura who unwittingly spread yoghurt on her bread, although I still haven't stopped laughing about it you can imagine the ridicule at breakfast she had to endure the next day! However, our hosts for the evening simply offered home made gelee (jelly) and all is fine!
The family were very kind and tolerant of our French speaking efforts. "Talking" with the father of the household I was shown some items from both world wars. I wish I had my camera to capture the art created by French soldiers, possibly our host's grandfather. Old large artillery shells, recycled by being knocked into shapes and art tapped/embossed onto them. One wasn't quite finished but noone knew why - had he left the army or the war finished? There was even a grenade, without the charge, on the side propping up a family photo - small fist sized although heavy and cold like a stone.
I was very nervous about the cake being brought out but it was a success. Mostly because the French don't make cakes like we do so they were pulling it apart and asking how. All that expertise and patisseries and no cake. As Nicolas said, after Marie-Antoinette announced, "let them eat cake" they stuck their fingers up to the art. All of my cake offering vanished and the plate was literally licked clean! Creaming the butter and sugar is an unknown art.
As we settled to watch the match, I never did get the chance to answer the question of who the two English girls were going to support. The match was cancelled due to a frozen pitch despite underground heating and surface heaters. It really is chilly here.