Cheval Passion

We’re off to Cheval Passion, a kind-of Horse show, in Avignon.  I went last year for a very brief whizz around, but this year we plan to go for the whole weekend.

Last year the weather was like this :

and yes, those horses did walk past those scary balloons without batting an eyelid.

This year, the forecast is for this :

source: http://www.accuweather.com

I’m just trying to decide which coat(s) to bring before we hit the road.

Expect a report on Monday 🙂

Thank Friday it’s Lunchtime – La Gavroche, Manosque

This week was cold – no way were we going to sit out in the sun for lunch!  We went to Manosque for our weekly date with Provençal cuisine and installed ourselves at Le Gavroche, just outside of the Old Town section.  Le Gavroche means “The Newspaper Boy,” so perhaps someone sold papers in front of this spot for many years?  It’s clearly a very popular lunchtime choice, and was quite busy, filling up completely about ten minutes after we arrived.

The À la Carte choices were expensive enough, so we both opted for the Plat du Jour at €9.00, mostly because it was Daube de Boeuf, which we hadn’t had for ages.

Daube de Boeuf is a rich, hearty beef stew, made with marinated cubes of beef and usually left to sit overnight to allow the flavours to develop.  The version served in Le Gavroche was very rich and tasty, with plenty of big, tender chunks of beef, but it was a little lacking in vegetable matter – I’ve seen it made with plenty of carrot, onion, celery and black olives for added flavour.

Traditionally it’s served with Camargue rice, and I think it would be good with mashed potato too, but it was served with pasta here.  I think I was a little unlucky – some bits of the pasta on my plate were hard, as if they had dried out while being kept warm.  The LSH said his was fine – I wondered if they had almost run out of pasta and had to cook extra, leaving me with the stuff that had been sitting there.  It was also a little slow to arrive, which would give some weight to that theory.

This restaurant had Café Gourmand on the dessert menu.  Café Gourmand is a recent discovery of ours.  You get a cup of coffee – one of those tiny, strong French coffees – sitting on a wide plate which has several mini desserts on it, so you get your coffee and you get to sample a few different desserts.  It varies from restaurant to restaurant, but we both felt the need for something sugary – our Sweet Tooth still needs to be pandered to after the excesses of Christmas!

So what are all these little bits and pieces on the plate?

Starting from the left, we have a mini Macaron, which was excellent, although it probably came out of a packet.  Next to that was…um… two marshmallow sweets, one pink, one white, threaded through a skewer.  Eh? Someone is taking Artistic License a little far here, I think! To the right of that is a tiny pot of Creme Caramel, (which was lovely) and next to that we have the cup of coffee (black).  Moving on from the coffee is a big blob of chantilly cream with a bit of syrup dribbled over it, and to the right of that, at the back of the plate, is a very tiny muffin, which definitely came out of a packet.  The large pink mass in the foreground on the right is Candy Floss – as if there wasn’t already enough sugar on the plate!

This was the strangest Café Gourmand I’ve had to date, but to be honest I absolutely love candy floss and hadn’t had it for years… it worked for me, although I could have lived without the marshmallow sweets!

Sweet Tooth very much satisfied, we finished up and paid.

Total cost for the meal was €14.50 each – a little expensive, I think, given that the food did not quite come up to standard.

Ratings :
 
Food – 
Service – ✮✮
Ambiance – ✮✮✮
Value – ✮✮

Crying Wolf?

It was a crisp, cold morning, there was still a light covering of snow in the field in front of our house,

Our house!

and the Alps were glistening prettily in the distance

Alps with a Frosting of Snow

so I decided to take the dogs for a walk in Reillanne forest.  Cinnamon politely declined, however, (“you must be joking, it’s bloody freezing out there, Mum!”) so I set off with Cookie.  The road was clear and dry all the way up the hill, but there was a nice covering of snow at the forest itself.

The entrance to Reillanne Forest from the car-park

Very inviting!

It seemed like no-one had walked through the snow before us, and once we turned off the lane pictured above onto a narrower trail (the one we followed on the horses last weekend) we were suddenly walking through virgin snow.

Virgin apart from some animal tracks, that is.

Fox? Dog?

I guessed these were fox prints – they were a little bigger than Cookie’s.  I didn’t think they could be dog prints, as there were no accompanying boot prints, but I suppose they could belong to a stray dog.

What on earth does this belong to? I wondered.

It was quite big (the oak leaf gives some idea of scale) and seemed to be cloven hoofed.  Too big for a sanglier, too big for a deer, it seemed large sheep-sized, or small cow-sized…

Because it was interleaved with these, I came to the conclusion, rightly or wrongly, that it was the slightly mis-shapen print of a hind foot of a very large dog :

They petered out after a while and then seemed to reappear, although the back feet were now leaving a clearer “paw” print.  This time, I actually did a double take, and realised just how big this animal’s paws are.  I fumbled in my pockets for something to give scale and found a €20 note – this is just over five inches long and just over three inches wide.

Those are some seriously big paws.

Bearing in mind that there were still no boot prints around, was I looking at the tracks of a very large dog who had gone exploring in the woods on his own, or was I looking at wolf tracks?  Whichever it was, I certainly didn’t want to run into the owner of those paws…

Cookie and I kept our walk short, just in case.

Wolf or dog, does anyone out there have an opinion?