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Lynn Deasy is a freelance writer, author, foodie, and garden tinkerer. She lives in a 600 year old house in southern France with her husband, Christophe. Currently, she is looking for a literary agent for her memoir CA VA? STORIES FROM RURAL LIFE IN SOUTHERN FRANCE which examines the oddities of French provincial living from an outsider’s point of view through a series of adventures that provide more than a fair share of frustration, education, admiration, and blisters…. yes, lots and lots of blisters. Lynn blogs every Monday, Wednesday, and sometimes Friday.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

What's for dessert?


Veal Scallops, stuffed with white mushrooms and onions, in a green olive-beef broth reduction, served with tomato Quinoa
This is what we ate for lunch on Sunday.  We tend to indulge on Sundays when we have more time to spend together.  Even after a terribly satisfying meal like this, we often ask each other, “What dessert would you serve after this?”  Or, to take the rather French approach, “What cheese should follow?”

It’s not that we walk away from the table hungry; in fact, the contrary.  We tend to eat light or very little for Sunday dinner because of the copious lunch we consumed.  The questions are hypothetical; there is no next course, but we ask them each Sunday all the same.

We laugh at ourselves with these questions, and Christophe thinks it’s a very French thing.  He claims if the French aren’t cooking or eating, they’re talking about food.  Nothing is more exciting than the next meal nor more nostalgic than the last one, well prepared that is.  He believed talking about food was just a French thing; that is, until he meet my family.  We might not discuss the values of a medium aged goat cheese, but we know that a piece of chocolate chip pie just might put the topper on that dinner we just had.  And, who can forget that awesome roast we had for someone’s birthday or how good the pizza was at the Wii bowling party last year?  Talking about food, even when sitting in front of well-licked plate, is not unique to a singular culture; everyone does it.  (Elsewhere, I image someone suggesting churros after those tacos or a good gelato after the pasta meal.) Maybe it’s because we dream of that perfect dinner, or secretly want to be a 4 star rated chef who simply oozes with good taste and knowhow, but talking about food or “what’s next” seems to be as natural as putting shoes on in the morning.  We do it because, that’s all.  

So, to answer this week’s questions, I replied, “a young Cantal and for dessert a poached Bosc pear with dark chocolate sauce”.  Christophe smiled.  Apparently, he agreed.

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