The French have arrived. Friends of the Schneiders....American wife, lovely, and according to K a better cook than she is...and her serious French husband whose family has been making wine since the 15th century. (Chave winery in case anyone wants to look it up). Needless to say, they come prepared. After driving seven hours with two small children, the first thing this woman wants to do is get into K's kitchen. When I walk in she is gutting little, lets call them pigeons, blood everywhere, heads on. She seems happy about this. Also on the stove, for the next night's dinner is rabbit. Thomas mumbles "what ever happened to nouvelle cuisine..."
We were in Zurich, so we missed the squab fest, but last night had fennel and mushroom salad (apparently there is a male and a female version of fennel. This woman asks K to please hand her the female and even crazier, K seems to know what this means). As a hostess gift, she has brought glasses to wear while chopping onions and K is wearing them as I arrive. It is all so insane to me. There is of course wine, do not ask me to describe. It was good. His family is considered one of the very best winemakers in all of France...so you can imagine he doesn't crack a lot of jokes....
Tomorrow there is some picnic with a huge group, Thomas and I will hike there and gorge and swill. It is coming to a close, this Lech summer. I cannot say it was my favorite-still liked it, but the weather was tough and there were so many people in town, it was almost too much. Anyway, a few more days and then a night in Munich, and then Istanbul. Back to sunburnt Dutch captain and no exercise whatsoever.
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