Master baker

Something that Brits find when they get here is their sudden elevation in the baking stakes. It must be said that locally there is not a great tradition of cake making and the famous French patisserie is not in great evidence. Even in the bigger towns you have to search out anything that departs from the Aveyronnaise. I have a friend who is from Alsace; a region that combines the best of German and French cake making, who also bemoans the quality of the local offerings. So a simple victoria sponge gets great praise. Around here English baking has a great reputation, although many are still convinced that we have problems getting bread, unless it’s white sliced.

 

Local food based specialities include: fouace , an extra dry madeira style cake, served with white wine at morning events sometimes saved by the addition of yeast and therefore more like brioche. Soupe de fromage, which is a kind of mixed up savoury bread and butter pudding, tripoux, stuffed stewed tripe, tête de veau, slow cooked calve’s head (I actually quite like that one!). The last two are traditionally served at celebration breakfasts, and the soupe de fromage in the early hours of a party or wedding to keep you going.

Soupe de fromage

 

 

 

Bakers, even those also calling themselves patisseries have limited selections; for example mixed fruit tart, which is basically a tin of fruit salad on a pastry base, or the prune pasty…….why? This means though that in my middle years I have suddenly become a great cake maker!

Before people get the idea that Aveyron is a gastronomic desert, think again, because you can eat very well here. I’m already working on that for the next post!

 

“We’re killing a pig”

In the depths of the countryside nothing much happens. That being the case how come it’s so difficult to find a date when we can all get together for a meeting? As co-president of the Syndicat d’Initiative I’m involved in fixing the date for the annual general meeting, but here we are in April and we’ve been trying to sort a date since January, can’t be done. Apéro concert, hunters meal, late shifts, a funeral, library functions, elections, school meetings/functions and of course the perennial “we’re killing a pig” or more acruetly “one kills a pig that day”. This involves, these days,  someone qualified to kill the pig, and the extended family plus some neighbours to cut and process it followed by a meal. In north Aveyron many tradtions are alive and well, another one coming up thisyear on the 18th April is the great money spinner that is the school fundraising breakfast. Starting at 8 am and not for the faint hearted, it involves tête de veau (calves head) and tripoux (local stuffed trip dish) washed down with wine, and it is always packed. The rest of the day large numbers of red faced men stagger around the village kissing everyone! These days as a sop to the sensitivities of the “incomers” you can get “Parisienne” breakfast with croissants etc., but this has to be specially ordered in advance and you still have to eat it elbow to elbow with the chaps enjoying the more traditional eating experience! Can’t wait!