I'm sick of the variable weather we've been having. Take yesterday. The log man rang to say he was on his way. Great news as he's pretty unreliable, but a glance outside made my heart sink. It was just lashing with rain, so the delivery of four cubic metres of wet logs didn't fill me with joy. We haven't stacked them yet but have left them to dry a little in today's sunshine. We've been chopping them into impossible-to-burn wet kindling. At least the exercise keeps us warm.
Last night we toddled off to Neffiès to have supper at the bar there - L'Escampette.
There were just eight people at the bar, and the three of us were the only diners. But they did us proud. I chose a jolly good salade composée to start with. I don't normally choose anything with egg (in solidarity with our hens) but this was a fine egg.
Ali had some luscious snails followed by grilled foie gras, Alex chose some good looking crevettes and I went the steak route.
It was all good and we were very well looked after. Of course it is very popular in the summer, but top marks to them for staying open all winter. Just a four minute drive from Le Couvent and as a guide two courses each for the three of us, including wine, was 64 euros. Not at all bad for a tiny village bar.
Now, what do you make of this lid? The bottle contains cinnamon sticks, so how are you supposed to get them out?
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