I really had no intention of shopping today. I just went out for the usual coffee and the next thing I knew, my hands were full of bags. I didn’t even have my shopping basket! It all began with an arresting jar of assorted pickled chillies. So fresh, so colorful and I liked the jar too 🙂 The ogre who sold them to me was not very helpful when I asked about the spiciness of these chillies, nor did he give me a hint of the recipe’s provenance. What a butt! It’s like his mother made him come to work or something. I bought them anyway and decided to pray for him. Not. I hope you see this post, you troll 😀
To lift my spirits, since I was in the market anyway, I bought some duck breasts from Jean Louis, some calf’s liver, some lemons and cherry tomatoes and paid a quick visit to the fish market for some beautiful cabillaud (cod).
I wanted to show Babou the new epicerie fine (I guess the translation would be high end grocer with a lot of spices) in town. She and I both bought some pink salt or sel rose de l’Himalaya. It has a slight floral taste and, like fleur de sel, is mostly used as a garnish.
At the epicerie they had these lovely cans of sardines. I bought them for the pictures but also intend to eat them. The very nice owner says that the 2011s are better than the 2012s because they have been in the oil longer. Whatever.
For lunch we decided to go to Bruno’s Plat d’ Etain. I am so upset with myself because it was a beautiful day, the sun was very bright and although I took these on automatic, I didn’t change my ISO. I have these awful, glaring pictures of good food that you will not see because I am ashamed of my pictures.
I love menus on a chalkboard 🙂 We didn’t have entrees because we thought it would be too much. I chose beef tongue with a wonderful cornichon mustard sauce. You won’t see that because of the glare. Brian chose the confit of duck legs and I got an okay but not primo picture of that.
We began with a Chablis made from old vines. Very nice and reasonably priced. We’ve been wearing it out a little when we come to Bruno’s. You can get a glass or a bottle.
Gratuitous picture of our son Brian.
Okay, the glaring duck leg confit, photoshopped as much as possible 🙁 Nice, fresh market medley of vegetables.
Brian had a pear, peach tart that he pronounced marvelous.
We’re going to have to go back. These pictures don’t do Bruno nor his restaurant justice.