Pigs trotters & other curiosities
We’re nearly coming to the end of our Christmas break in France and will be heading back to normality next week. Before we start packing things up though we paid a quick visit to the local supermarket this morning. It was a frenzy. Our region is in the heart of duck and geese producing France, it’s renowned for foie gras and all manner of preserved duck and goose and this time of year is apparently the time here for traditional homemakers to do their home preserving. So the fridges were full of various portions of duck, tonnes of duck and goose fat and carcasses. Preserving vessels filled the shelves normally stacked with packets of washing powder on special offer. The place was transformed and very slightly disturbing.
Alongside the ducks, we found packets piled high filled with pigs trotters, whole pigs heads and rather too real-looking (for my sensitivities) pigs tongues – all ready to make the preserved delicacy, brawn. Now I’ve been wanting to let Susie-Belle and Renae try a fresh pig trotter but decided against them today. They were being sold in packs of 6, which would be too much for us, but also because after weighing Susie-Belle this morning at the vet just before going to the shops, the half kilo she’d lost before Christmas seems to have crept back on. So, the trotters will have to wait for another day.
But we couldn’t come home empty-handed, we picked up some delicate, plump looking quails for dinner, the girls will share them with us later. Better than a pigs trotter I say.
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