Lyon Airport this morning was full of posh rude English people. Actually it was just two older women and twenty-somethings called Jinks and Wills but they were so awful (the women, that is) it felt like there were hundreds of them. I was suitably outraged until I forced myself to acknowledge the irony, much later, of heading to Waitrose in the hope they had some Reblochon cheese (they did). For Mothers Day lunch Im going to do a tartiflette, with lettuce and vinaigrette. The online recipes seem divided as to whether I should cut the rind off the Reblochon or not. After a week in France Im also feeling like I should have had some wine today. But then Ive been up since four in real money and I think Im on the verge of hallucinating...
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 19:42:23 +0000