Back in the day when M. and Mme Parret had the cheese shop they would also sell fresh milk, measured out in half liters, liters, whatever the customer wanted. Michel and Monique were eating lunch with us on Tuesday and Michel wanted a Ricard. Le Parret gave me a half liter milk cup to fill with cold water so that Michel could create “la louche” with his drink.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t have a nice water pitcher exactly for this purpose in his cabinet! We wrangled back and forth until I threatened to tell the world that he served a Ricard with a milk cup. I won, but I want this cup 😀
M. Parret is going into the hospital on Monday to have an operation on his knees, so this was one of many “last” lunches and dinners before he is himself again. We began with radishes and butter.
Boy howdy! He’s going to be very grumpy about the hospital/invalid food. I don’t think there’ll be a wine list 😀
Monique made a scrumptious Quiche Lorraine for our entree. Too bad this picture reminds me of Betty Crocker Cookbook 1951.
These were frozen potatoes for frying that M. Parret bought at Picard, even though he was in the market this morning and they had all kinds of potatoes. I told him I wouldn’t tell anybody, but I lied 🙂
Poor M. Parret. He’s going to be in the hospital for 2 whole weeks! I’ll miss him. Here he is explaining to Michel the difference between the American and French palate after I laughed at his potatoes.
He was a little nervous about his veal roast but it was perfection! The carrots just right.
Then we had salad. I wanted mine with the cheese but I didn’t want to instigate another lack of palate lecture 😀
Of course the cheese was, as always, exceptional; comte, camembert, epoisse and the creamiest, richest Roquefort I’ve ever tasted!
Not over yet, we had M. Parret’s “creme”. This was probably his best one yet. No raisins.
Nice radishes… I’m just awaiting my invite! We’re coming over to France in Sept, but are staying in Toulouse/Pyrenees area. Can’t wait though… I’ve only been to Paris before.
That sounds exciting Frugal! I won’t be here in September and that’s too bad because we could arrange to meet. I’ve never been to Toulouse. I’ve eaten the sausages 🙂
I can’t wait for my first real French cassoulet! That is a shame! I’m sure we’ll be over again though!
Fabulous picture. You had a cheese shop! I am a serious “Curd Nerd”. Sounds like this was a fun get together.
Thank you Connie.
Hope the knee surgery goes well…two weeks is a long time in the hospital! What a meal!
I don’t think he’s going to be a fun patient.
I don’t get the radish and butter thing – I’ve tried it a few times and it’s not for me.
I love that cup too! Lovely lunch – I hope there will be some food smuggling to M. Parret in hospital to keep his strength up 😉
I just eat the radishes plain because I don’t get the butter thing either. That is a great cup!
Ha ha – it does seem weird – sticky butter and crispy radish… I like radishes and will eat lots of them plain 😉
Mad Dog: I think we should all dine together chez Rose. YOU eat the radishes and I’ll take your butter (+Rose’s).
Sounds good to me – though don’t get me wrong, I like butter with other things 🙂
You can’t have my butter 🙂
OK Frugalfeeding. YOU AND I will eat chez Rose with MAD Dog…and eat THEIR butter. WHEN are you home Rose? Mad Dog brings the radishes. I bring the butter (with crystal salt…that’s the secret with radishes…the whole salt butter).
Quiche foto definitely a cut above Betty Crocker’s Rose. Eating radishes with butter is just an excuse to eat BUTTER. I’d drop the radishes. Mr Parret will surely miss you more than the food.
Thank you Kathy.
Delish roast! And YUM Camebert is the best. Just so creamy but not too intense.
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I think I love that guy and the food you pair eat! Wish him a speedy recovery for me :).
Cracking photos as per usual.
Smiley face.
Thank you food. I love him too.
haha! No, Americans don’t have a sophisticated palate, but only an American can make that declaration! I adore gourmet cheese ( or as the French would say, ‘cheese’), but i admit to a secret, shameful love of Velveeta for grilled cheese. I do at least use rye bread and homemade pickles, which maybe would redeem me in the eyes of the French? no, I didn’t think so.
No. 😀
I hope you can sneak food into French hospitals.
I don’t think so Michelle. He’ll just have to wait and diet 😀
Wish M. Parret a speedy recovery. I agree with you, I don’t think he will be a very good patient. I know the two of you will miss your delicious meals together until he has recovered.
Thank you Karen. They’ll probably let him leave early 😀
Pauvre M. Parret – wish him well for his operation. He’ll soon be back with you enjoying wonderful meals with you!
Thank you Chica. He’s only been gone a day and I already miss him.
You always have the tastiest looking meat.
Thank you Greg.
Looks like yet another wonderful meal!! Good to see the label of the Roquefort – it’s the one I’ve just bought two large chunks of and it is definitely a very good one! I hope that the op goes well! At some point the French hospitals in our area used to serve wine with their lunchtime meals, fingers crossed for Mr. Parrett that this still continues, and if you bring him meals on wheels….
I hope they let him have at least a small glass of red. Otherwise, poor, poor, poor M. Parret 🙂
Just a subversive thought – you could always smuggle in a little in a thermos bottle!!??
Going to see him tomorrow. He said to bring Champagne 😀
That’s the spirit!! 🙂
Really nice 🙂
Thank you alife.
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