Yesterday afternoon the Senior Partner and I arrived in the Bastide town of Eymet, in the Perigord region of the Dordogne.
As we drove along the dusty roads through small villages and towns I was reminded of a book that I reviewed on my "justbooks" blog back in 2012.
The book is titled "The Matchmaker of Perigord" and my review was written for the "food for thought" meme hosted by jain.
Sadly this meme no longer exists and my book blog has been neglected ever since but I thought this post might benefit from another airing so am reposting it here on Normandy Life as an intro piece to other posts that will be appearing this week during our time here in the Dordogne.
All the photos in the post were taken either in our home or in my potager,I hope you enjoy it!
The Matchmaker of Perigord" my personal review.
When Guillaume Ladoucette, the only barber in Amour-sur-Belle, realises that his business is not doing as well as it used to, he puts it down to the march of time.
His clients are all either going bald or have, to quote Shakespeare's Hamlet, "shuffled off this mortal coil".
What he doesn't know is that quite a few of the men from the village have defected to a barber in a nearby town who knows all the latest styles, including one rather strange one “that looks suspiciously like a pine cone”.
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| When the matchmaker is left in charge of the village patisserie havoc ensues when he gives all the little cakes away |
The exploits of Guillaume and the men and women that he “matches” had me laughing out loud at times, I really enjoyed this book.
That may be because I'm an English woman, living in a not very pretty village, in rural France.
When "the man from the council" arrives to tell the villagers about the water restrictions that are about to come into force, I could picture the scene, and populate it with characters I have known!
Like many of us living in rural France Guillame Ladoucette grows vegetables in a potager.
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| My potager, my pride and joy |
"A high priest of the cult of lunar gardening, he undertook no task in the potager, no matter how small, unless the moon was passing in front of the correct zodiacal constellation"
"the optimal time to concern oneself with leaf crops such as lettuce and spinach was when it was passing in front of Cancer, Pisces or Scorpio".
"He naturally endorsed the teaching that there were four days a month when only a fool would work in his potager"
“Love is like a good cassoulet, it needs time, and determination. Some bits are delicious, while others might be a bit rancid and make you wince”.
The Senior Partner and I are not lovers of cassoulet but I thought I’d prepare one for this review.
I consulted several recipes, all of which included tomatoes in the list of ingredients.
Whether or not to add this particular ingredient is the cause of much hilarity in the book, I was perplexed.
What should I do?
In the end I cheated.
I bought a large can of the famous "Cassoulet de Castelnaudary au canard" and added a small can of Italian (!) plum tomatoes.
The result was much better than either of us anticipated, in fact SP cleared his plate, quelle surprise!
"He rinsed the salad and tomatoes thoroughly. Arranging them in a bowl, he placed it on a tray along with a fork, a small blue jug of dressing and a white napkin with his initials.
He then added a glass of disappointing Bergerac, which he had vowed never to buy again, but which he might as well finish. Next to it he placed a packet of his favourite Cabecou goat's cheese."
One foodie treat that we do enjoy, and have in common with the Matchmaker, is goat’s cheese.
Slices of warm goat’s cheese on a bed of mixed salad leaves, with a few toasted walnuts sprinkled over and a light mustardy vinaigrette, is something we often have for supper.
Add a glass or two of red wine, a thinly sliced baguette and we are content.
bon appétit.
