Candes Saint-Martin, my favourite spot in La Touraine.

Thursday 28 May 2009

Picnic with Marcel

The chef of the hotel in Loué had real star quality. Not only was he extremely handsome, he was a true cooking wizard as well. Every evening he surprised us with new culinary delights.

Nevertheless, an elaborate breakfast and two hot meals a day were too much for us. So, the weather permitting, we used to have a picnic lunch. In the morning we would visit a market in the area, where we would buy cheese, a dried sausage or a few slices of ham, a green salad or tomatoes. Some baguette and a bottle of red Loire wine … et voilà! In those days we had little experience as far as local cheeses and other specialties were concerned. We usually ended up buying a Camembert, ‘rillettes’ and a garlic pork sausage. By lunchtime we looked for a suitable spot to have our picnic, preferably by a river or a lake.

Let me give you a tip. Try to find a bridge over a river or a stream! Very often the village or town council installs wooden tables and benches on the nearby riverbank, where locals as well as passing tourists can have a meal alfresco.

On this particular day, which will go down in history as ‘The day we had a picnic with Marcel’, we had discovered just such a spot near the Loir – no this isn’t a typing error. There is a difference between Le Loir and La Loire. But more about that later.

We had unpacked our picnic hamper and were enjoying the above mentioned lunch items, when all of a sudden a dog appeared. He seemed friendly enough and my friend, who’s used to handling dogs, threw him a slice of sausage. Encouraged by this, the dog came closer and closer … till his snout touched the top of the table. As we had bought more meat than we could eat, and because it was too hot a day to keep it till the next morning, we fed the dog what was left of the sausage.


At first we thought it was just a hungry stray dog, but then we noticed the tag on his collar. On it was the dog’s name … Marcel!

I’m still wondering what Marcel’s master must have thought when his dog came home that day with the smell of garlic on his breath!

Do you have a dog and does it like garlic?




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