After being baptized by a duck, going through a taste test of 11 different versions of duck foie gras and three of goose, donning my medieval robes, hat and medal, and swearing my oath to uphold the honour of the great delicacy, I am now honored to be a chevalier of the Confrérie de Pâté de Périgueux.
The event took place over the weekend in the market square of the capital of Périgord, in the presence of my mayor, Gerard Fayolle, Pierrot our village policeman (who inspired the Bruno books) and the owner of Fauquet’s café, where great fictional events unfold and whose croissants are beyond peer.
I had to make a short speech in French of thanks and appreciation for all that foie gras had done for me. We then went off for a celebratory lunch.
We began with foie gras en croute en son jus des truffes, followed by turbot stuffed with spinach and a truffle risotto, followed by a pigeonneau stuffed with foie gras and finally a complicated chocolate thingy.
By this time, having drunk an excellent Monbazillac, a glass of refreshing Bergerac rosé and a 1995 Moulis, night was falling, and so was I.
The event took place over the weekend in the market square of the capital of Périgord, in the presence of my mayor, Gerard Fayolle, Pierrot our village policeman (who inspired the Bruno books) and the owner of Fauquet’s café, where great fictional events unfold and whose croissants are beyond peer.
I had to make a short speech in French of thanks and appreciation for all that foie gras had done for me. We then went off for a celebratory lunch.
We began with foie gras en croute en son jus des truffes, followed by turbot stuffed with spinach and a truffle risotto, followed by a pigeonneau stuffed with foie gras and finally a complicated chocolate thingy.
By this time, having drunk an excellent Monbazillac, a glass of refreshing Bergerac rosé and a 1995 Moulis, night was falling, and so was I.
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