Each year, on the last Saturday of January we meet at a restaurant and share a festive meal. The bill is equally split among all the participants. This year the dinner took place in a restaurant in a nearby village where three of these distant cousins and their partners live. The restaurant is called ‘Caméleon Citron’ and owes its name to the three chameleons that live in a large glass cage in the centre of the dining room.
Photo: curtesy Caméleon Citron
In the evening the restaurant proposes a special menu offering an attractive choice of six starters, six main courses and six desserts, plus half a bottle of wine per person for a reasonable price of 40 euro.
I had a warm goat cheese in crisp puff pastry and a mixed salad with an excellent vinaigrette dressing. For my main course I chose salmon slivers with new potatoes, mixed vegetables and a lovely pink cream sauce. I found the salmon somewhat overcooked and dry, but the sauce was delicious. Dessert was a panna cotta with a raspberry coulis. We started with an aperitif, of course. A classic Martini Bianco on the rocks and a small bowl of very nice garlicky green olives.
We had a great time. When I came home, it was almost midnight. I watched some TV before going to bed, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I’m sure the Australian white wine I drank, had something to do with it.
The next morning I didn’t really feel like cooking Sunday lunch, but I had no other option because my mother was coming over as usual. So I quickly prepared a meal of paprika chicken, French fries and a green salad. Simple but tasty.
Later, in the afternoon I fell asleep in front of the television. Was it because the program was so awfully dull? Or is it just me finding it harder and harder to recuperate after a ‘night on the town’ now that I'm not twenty anymore?