The foie gras I ate in France is still churning in my tummy (now rather wobbily, after such an extended holiday)…I’ve had a few days here in Sing…and I’m off again. This time to the other side of the world and somewhere I have always wanted to visit. Tokyo.
The land of the wasabi flavoured Kit Kat (bugger the diet, definitely trying one), Hello Kitty and of course, nigiri sushi.
I posted this picture on instagram shortly after troughing my way through several, and was flooded with emails from people asking for the recipe.
Absolutely not mine, this comes courtesy of the lovely Lucie who – along with her husband – owns the rambling, magical and unpretentious pile that is Chateau de Chamballan. She’s the most incredible, natural cook and we’ve adored eating her French home cooked creations which taste better than most restaurants I have ever eaten in, anywhere. She. Is. That. Good.
And to top it all off, her presentation wins her massive bonus points:
Following on from my recent London Lobang City Guide, I thought it might be time for another.
Paris.
I love this city. The women living here really do dress exceptionally stylishly, they choose their clothes and the brands they wear very carefully; they never get confused in thinking that brands are style.
Mangetout does not mean ‘eat everything’
Rue du Pont is not French for ‘rude to point’
A scarf isn’t only for winter
Pain doesn’t hurt
…and butter is only at breakfast.
It doesn’t sound wildly tempting but if you are staying somewhere really rural with a glut of nettles, this is a fun thing to pick and make, it tastes good and, what’s more, you can almost feel it doing you good as you eat it. It’s also a lot better for me than my current French diet of cheese, bread and wine.
Rubber gloves are of course an extremely attractive pre-requisite (see my truly ridiculous getup below) as is a big shopping basket to collect the leaves. I lose serious points for wearing shorts but am at least sporting a pair of very sensible wellies. I thought I might have toughened up since childhood but, no. A nettle sting is still quite sore.
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