Heaven on earth

Don't get me wrong, I like ham, egg and chips. It's something we eat very rarely at home but driving all the way to the south of France to eat it, is, I would say, definitely a little strange. Still, last night it was very tasty, very continental, especially if you shut your eyes and think of England. Talking about thinking of England, Jan has always said that egg and chips would be her last meal on death row. Grief, I hope she makes it through to the morning!

If it's Saturday it must be the market in Sommieres, so off we trundled.

I've been dreaming of that south of France delicacy, a kebab, for several months now and today was the day that the dream came true. Forget all your fancy French food, forget the sauces, forget your foie gras, forget your Michelin stars, this is it. Tomatoes, salad, meat of a questionable source and variety, with two stripes of 'white sauce' and two of chili sauce, wrapped gently in a warm galette. A culinary masterpiece, a culinary tour de force, this is five star eating at it's best. Nothing comes close! This is perfection, it just doesn't get better than this. Oh yes, I forgot, and with a portion of chips on the side.