At The End Of The Day

We lost someone special today.

A wonderful cook, who kept me well fed on my many visits to rural Charente.

Who took care of de-shelling and potting up the escargot we'd foraged on wet summer evenings - smothered in a delicious garlic butter, with a satisfying subtle 'crunch'.

Who let me chose the chicken I wanted for dinner from the flock that roamed freely in the garden - free range, naturellement. Although with it's head still intact I always felt said poulet was giving me the evil eye as I tucked in!

And who, politely reminded me when in a car it's not l'ascenseur but la ceinture that is more useful!

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