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How have I survived this long? How have a managed to cook for a family of 6 hungry people and not have had this dish in my repertoire? I have been 'convaincue' , conquered, by this potato extravaganza. Truffade!
We went to the Annual Bonne Année Repas, the lunch for the New Year, in our local village hall. It is obvious that Bournazel is a big village, and a busy one, as it has a new large, purpose-built Salle de Fête. It can easily sit hundreds of people which is a good thing as there were hundreds there. The meal was excellent, with a starter, main course, fromages and a dessert. After the meal the men proudly came round with their quince and pear liqueurs and coffee. If you weren't already reeling from the flowing Gaillac wine (the very quaffable Chateau de Montels), after a glass of that you would certainly be on the floor. I ended up on the dance floor instead. I do love a country dance! And a sing song! Génial!
But the 'Truffade' was a revelation! This must be France's best kept secret! I am not a big potato-lover but this left me in ecstasy!
Potatoes cooked with garlic, bacon, and a mountain of cheese. What is there not to like?
I almost ran home to look it up online, except I was too full of potatoes to run very far...
So here it goes:
1 kg potatoes
500g cheese (tomme, or cantal)
3 cloves garlic, finely chopped
1 tablespoons duck fat, or olive oil
2 onions, chopped
salt and pepper
a deep frying pan with a lid
Fry the lardons. Fry the onions. Slice the potatoes (not too thin) and gently fry them in the pan with the fat, lardons, onions and the garlic. When the potatoes start to colour, put the lid on and cook gently until the potatoes are cooked. Season. Chop the cheese up into cubes and stir them through the potatoes until melted. Serve with a fresh green salad. Bon appetite! Eat and swoon!
The following week we were back! No truffade in sight sadly, but we did have our first experience with the game of LOTO (Bingo). We sat next to Monsieur Grumpy who was very helpful and grumpy as he explained the rules. It took me a while to get my head round French numbers as usual. I mean, quatre-vingt-dix-neuf, soixante-onze, quatre-vingt-deux? I have to do a lot of mental arithmetic before I get to the number! For 2 hours we watched as vegetable baskets, boxes of chocolates, kilos of sausages, legs of venison, dead chickens, live ducks and bottles of wine were won. We prayed for a real live chicken prize, but unfortunately we left with nothing. C'est la vie!
What a full month! The temperature dropped, the sun came out and we enjoyed some beautiful walks around Cordes under bright blue winter skies. Then things got even better and it snowed. The school buses were cancelled and we could get out together and enjoy the beautiful
countryside around us. C'est belle la vie!