Today’s post is a collection of comments and photographs involving food, because — well, foodies don’t really need an explanation.
Four fine dishes. For quite a few days now, my wife Jan and I have been eating out, especially at lunch, because our kitchen is being renovated. Mostly, we’ve eaten in less-expensive places in order to keep our budget vaguely under control.
But yesterday was Sunday, and Sunday lunches are supposed to be special, and so off we went to Daglan’s Le Petit Paris. Once again, our choices were based on Chef’s l’idée du moment, or idea of the moment. And we had some quite fine dishes, paying only 29 euros for an entrée, a plat principal and dessert. (The fourth fine dish came with our coffees.)
As our entrée, we each had a cold bowl of tomato gazpacho, garnished with large shrimp (prawns, if you prefer). Specifically, for French-speaking foodies, it was Gazpacho de tomates au piment d’Espelette, Crevettes marinées, Gingembre/Citronelle. Here’s my bowl:
Our main courses were roast cod on a bed of risotto flavoured with a rich sauce and chunks of artichokes, and I have to say it was one of the best fish dishes I can remember — perfectly cooked cod, with a savoury risotto. On the menu, it was Cabillaud roti et son rizotto aux artichauts. (Minor menu notes: cabillaud means fresh cod, while morue also means cod, but it usually refers to salt cod. And the menu did say rizotto, instead of risotto, even though it’s an Italian dish; I suspect that because riz is French for rice, rizotto is a logical mistake to make.) In any case, here it is:
For dessert, I had a tart that was a play on peach Melba — specifically, it was Tarte bourdaloue aux pêches façon Melba. The word bourdaloue means that the tart’s crust was quite short, and included ground almonds; on top was vanilla ice cream and poached peaches, all ringed by raspberry syrup. And don’t forget the lavender decoration:
Finally, with coffee came our small tray of mignardises — extra sweet goodies (as if we needed them). These look huge in the photo, I know, but they are actually quite dainty:
The chorizo kicker. Today we were back on track with our budget, by having a worker’s lunch (menu ouvrier) at Le Diabolo-Fraise in Nabirat, which I described in a post on July 10 (“Cheap and cheerful — and generous”).
For 13 euros (!!) we got a five-course (!!) lunch, including a vegetable soup; a composed salad that included a meat-and-vegetable-in-aspic terrine; a main course of roast chicken; cheese (which we declined); and dessert. Oh yes, and wine (included).
It’s the roast chicken that really deserved the kudos, because it was garnished in a Mediterranean style with ratatouille and — wait for it — big chunks of chorizo sausage. I don’t know if the chorizo was added later, after the chicken was cut up into serving pieces, or roasted with (or in) the chicken. All I know is that the sausage added a brilliant red colour and wonderful extra taste to the chicken, again confirming its role as “the bacon of sausages.”
The market grows. Next Sunday’s market in Daglan is getting a flavour boost. July 28 is when the usual market becomes a Promenade en gastronomie. So if you’re in the Greater Daglan Area, be sure to visit.