We arrived in a small town three hours Southeast of Paris around 11am. After settling into the gite, French taste educator Claire Perrot led us through an exploration of "taste" and its implications by all the senses.
Then, we prepared lunch: fresh radishes with salt and butter, vegetable lasagna, green salad, and a medley of incredibly local goat cheeses with sliced bread. The meal began with a champagne toast, too, of course.
Following our leisurely déjeuner, we went out for a hike led by a botanist. He not only explained the Jurassic history of the region but pointed out edible plants as well, most notably, stinging nettles.
Dinnertime arrived hours later. The botanist had cleaned the stinging nettles we'd collected and prepared two dishes with them. I, on the other hand, helped create bouquets of wild flowers and set the table.
Yet soon, dinner was served: stinging nettles croquettes and soup, river trout (caught by the neighbors) in a cream sauce with wild rice, another cheese plate, and an apple tart. Sitting at a table surrounded by others who were just as conscious and appreciative of the delicacies made the experience all the more special. It truly proved that "taste and pleasure are not about breaking the rules, but about reconfirming our relationship to the places from which our foods come, our ties with others, and our own sense of self." This glorious notion of terroir would continue as I met farmers, cheese makers, and cheese agers in the days to come...
