It is true what all the books have said about long leisurely lunches in France on a Sunday.
Yesterday, we were privileged to spend a couple of hours (7 in fact) eating, drinking and speaking Frenglish.
Every morsel of food was grown in their backyard ( except for the meat). Every morsel of food was fresh and delicious and melted in our mouths.
The courses just kept coming and Mike and I are still digesting the massive feast twenty four hours later.
My favourite quote of the day was of course related to water( a topic to close to my husband's heart).
We were discussing and comparing global issues regarding water as a sustainable resource and one of my new French family was heard to say;
"That is why we have wine!"
Simply put but oh so true. And wine they do have in France. Numerous kinds, many colours, delicious to drink- the sort that simply flows down your throat.
Following our first four courses, we walked around the village of Vignacourt and checked out the family's houses in the street along with their glorious gardens. The sun was out ( finally) and the birds were singing. It was exactly as Mary Moody had painted in her French novels. We then returned to the dining room for our final course of home made tarte de citron and tarte de poire with more coffee and wine.
The sun was still up when we left at 7:45 pm and we sauntered home at a French pace wondering if we could ever wear clothes without elasticised waists ever again.
It was indeed a bonjournee which turned into a bonsoiree!