Dinner with very old friends in a local restaurant tonight and tomorrow my friend Pierrot the policeman, with a house full of our French friends, is coming to our place to make an omelette aux truffes and becasses a la ficelle (the tiny birds will be roasted over our open fire in the old stone chimney, and the juices drop onto a giant tourte of pain de campagne).
Saturday other French friends are throwing another dinner party for us and on Sunday Julia and I begin our duties as members of the jury for this year's Prix Rageuneau, the culinary prize for the chef who best uses foie gras, truffles and Bergerac wine in composing a meal.
This includes wine tastings as Chateau de Tiregand, Chateau Thenac and Monbazillac, and truffle tastings at Sainte Alvere. That takes us through until Tuesday, if my liver can stand it.