I truly understood the whole concept of Farm-to-Table when I was living in Provence a few years ago.
Every house there has a small “potager”, vegetable garden and they grow their fruits and vegetables for their personal consumption.
Julien’s Grandmother, who lives in the Alps has her own garden that she tends herself. Every spring and summer, she harvest her garden and what she can’t finish she cans.
We visited her last year and she prepared us a feast. She may have served us simple dishes but they were full of flavor. Everything she prepared was made with ingredients found in her garden or she bought at the local market. She kicks fast food in the butt. She lives everyday from what she grows, harvests and sustains the economy of the local farmers around her. For her farm-to-table is not the latest talked about concept, it’s her way of life.
She uses a wood burning range burner, so everything she makes is slow-cooked. She’s what people would call old school but honestly that’s what cooking is all about. Slow cooked meals bring out all the flavors of the ingredients used. I wish everyone had the patience these days to take time to cook and enjoy an amazing meal.
I envy her ease at her age that she can still take care of a fruitful garden, cook, maintain a good home and drive! She’s 80+!!
Sharing you pictures of her quaint village, her garden and her food.
Caught this cute doggy striking a pose for us.
Look at the size of her veggies!!
Imagine waking up to this view every morning!
So envious! My wish list of kitchen supplies just gets longer and longer.
We started our meal with a vegetable tart made from scratch. Vegetables from her garden and eggs from her chickens.
Her roast pork was cooking in the oven for 3 hours, it was so tender and soft. To this day Julien and I remember the taste and texture, Julien said the best words to describe it “It was like cotton candy melting in your mouth”. As a side dish, we were served Julien’s favorite Gratin Dauphinois.
Of course no French meal is over if you haven’t had cheese and dessert. I think I had a mental block from all the food, I forgot to take a photo of the cheese platter. She planned her meal perfectly because we ended with a very light dessert, the Ile Flottante which literally translates to Floating Island. For my version of an Ile Flottante click here.