Cooking and crime

 

 

Wednesday’s rain did good.  Dolly and I walked round the back of Nailhac yesterday  morning and flowers were poking up in all directions.   Very cheering.   The Nailhac walk is an open one – more orchards and grasses than woodland. 

 

 

 

There are also very old farm buildings and cottages along the way.  One thing I particularly like about the Dordogne is the amount of ancient houses and buildings still in use.  It’s far more likely that an old structure is repaired, rather than torn down.   

 

 

 

 Yesterday afternoon was monthly cookery class. This was originally advertised as taking place in a Chateau but actually takes place in the kitchen of a gîte belonging to a chateau.   8 or 9 of us started out last Autumn and now 4 or 5 usually turn up.  Christian, our instructing chef, clearly knows what he is talking about, though he does talks about it in French.   We are an English group and those of us whose French is less than perfect, including me, do miss things from time to time but we try our best.    Yesterday was different batter things – crèpes, blinis and galettes.   Christian produced them beautifully but more than one of us said that we didn’t think we’d be fiddling around with them at home.    But we didn’t say that to Christian because we like him. 

 

News from the UK back home is that Vicky Pryce, abandoned and revengeful wife of ex Cabinet Minister Chris Huhne, has been found guilty of perverting the course of justice for agreeing to take her husband’s speeding points 10 years ago.  This case seems to be ruining lives all over the place.  Huhne has resigned, a barrister and part time judge, Constance Briscoe, has been suspended for lying about the aid she gave to Pryce in contacting the newspapers and it seems that Pryce and Huhne may both go to jail.  I would have thought that crimes like these were far better suited to community service than incarceration.  I bet Pryce wishes she’d cut up his suits, or peed in his whisky.