Dourdou and Naucelle spices, English blends, Rouergue herbs…enthroned between powders and coals, breadcrumbs and bran at the patty counter at Bezonnes grocery in the town of Rodelle.
Aveyron-Cantal border. Lot’s banks. Montarnal, at dawn. Feet in the water. On family shores, sand up to the church’s stained glass windows. to slow down. Stop. See pass.
At Gévaudan in Gévaudan, on the heights of the Alpier in Loesser, the Oltis – from its original place name – descends to join the Garonne at Aiguillon, on both sides of Rouergue, Haute-Auvergne, Quercy and Agenais. of the island of Rebequet next to Landus.
Four hundred and seventy-one kilometers of loops, under the false wind of a calm river. Four hundred seventy one kilometers five sectors, three regions; About fifty tributaries, fed by forty dams; From the peat bogs of its birth to the vineyards of Cahors, from locks to waterfalls, from limestone canyons, over three hundred vertical meters to the spur of Saint-Cerque-Laboupy, passing through paths. , here, now.
Stockfish, Norway to Occitania
Aveyron-Cantal border. Lot’s banks. Montarnal, at dawn. This morning it was this story that ran to the church’s stained glass windows. And perhaps, in part, in nerves. From Bordeaux, the home of the seafarers of the time, boats carried cargo of fish to reach the hinterland of Occitania, with boats going back to the 18th century. And long ago, in processions, the medievals, one after another, sent three or four flat-bottomed rocks across the currents, from counter to counter, to trade wine, chestnut stalks, or neighborhood brandy.
There are thousands of stories. That ricochet, tumble, gully. Emil – Milo, private boatman, buccaneer, water vision, surprising smile. Elsewhere, this trapped lord is the ghost of his now hidden watchtower somewhere. Again, these fallen relics of St. Brendan, the hermit-inquirer, founder of the Convent of Aleth from Ireland, Pharos, were stranded here.
Elsewhere still, this Guirard de Montarnal, among the twenty-one castaways from Lapérouse in Hudson Bay, “was the only relative I had in the navy, to whom I was more affectionately attached than he was. My son”. Aveyron-Cantal border. Lot’s banks. Montarnal, at dawn.
Around springtime, the shores spread their seabed—slowly, then suddenly, as if searching. Galloon: wild heather, Norway’s national flower, magical of magic, hunter of evil spirits, witch – descended from the far northern islands to sort out the imaginations of Aviron, who knows. Sweet Woodruff: lily of the valley, emerald, vanilla twist, some are said to “be present” in a bouquet above cradles to protect newborns, in the mattress of a virgin’s cradle to scent divine sleep. baby Queen of the Meadows: Medicinal from a red stem, a beguiling almond nose, an aspirin-like appearance, a dancing, immense, wind-fighting appearance.
In the kitchen, something from the arctic seas
So take your pick. Feel it. to do to dry Grind. to line up Refine. Powder. And three: mix. “Épices de Montarnal”: Aveyron-Cantal border, banks of the Lot at dawn, feet in the water up to the church’s stained glass windows – a thousand stories, ricochet, tumble, gorge. And so all year long, galleys carry Arctic seas, the thick, heavy breath of the wake of boats, the laughter of maddened rowers, the swing of smuggling in the reed theater.
With that? Hundred-hour wild boar, grilled trout, duck casserole, deviled potatoes, infused heavy cream, a glass of Piné Ness – wonderful Domaine Mata, repeat -, twelve d’aubrec, melted butter on toast, fried onions in a shortbread crust, lard-roasted whole cabbage, recap. Made cinnamon – offal, meat juice, wheat bran. Yes.
In total, in the new grocer, de l’Eglise in Bezonnes, dames-jeans and boxes of chocolate, Montarnal, like the rest – Dourdou, Naucelle, English mix, herbs from Rouergue… – powders and coal, bran dipped in breadcrumbs, sit on grandma’s counter. ; So at every Uncork, the journey from the back of the store to the bell tower is intoxicating. Neighboring banks sing a little on the gas. to slow down. Stop. See pass.
Bibliography
– A thousand li of rivers and mountains. Jimeng Wang. 2022.
– Spice routes. Hisanobu Shigeta & Iglef Ali-Sherif. 2021.
– Masala: Understand everything, very simply. Nicole Laura. 2019.
– Vegetable Alchemy, An Introduction to the Wisdom of Plants. Séverine Perron & Laura Wencker. 2019.
— Boats of Lot. Pujol Pierre 2015.
– Estofi: Food from the cold. Christian Bernard & Daniel Kroes. 2012.
— Dams of the Druire Valleys and the Upper Lad Valley. Daniel Cross. 2014.
— The capers of Lat. Zephyrin Bosc. 1989.
Document
— Map of the Course of the Lad River. Collection d’Anville, National Library of France. 1720-1729.
– His Majesty. Philip Delwitt. University of Toulouse. 2020.
Cinematography
– Marcel Tayrac, rower of Òlt. Yves Chahuneau – Leisure activities center in Rouergue. 1988.
A place to discover in Bezons
A native of Aveyron by adoption, with Indian and Catalan roots, Alix Bellegarde is a lead researcher. Together with anthropologist Antonin Pons Braley and their children, they travel the world to archive the food cultures of the island and the northern regions. In Aveyron, the Pons Bellegarde family welcomes you, within the family farmhouse and its gardens, at de l’Eglise, in the heart of the old village of Bezonnes: gourmet dining table, gourmet bookstore, tea room, delicatessen, micro bakery, culinary anthropology magazine, publication and art gallery. Under Antoine’s pen, the two present the readers of Center Press with a weekly magazine on the cuisine and studies of Aveyron.
Networks. @ponsbellegarde – Orders and bookings. 06 86 82 37 00
“Beeraholic. Friend of animals everywhere. Evil web scholar. Zombie maven.”
More Stories
What are the 5 most spoken languages in the world?
Master the Art of Applying Acrylic Nails at Home: A Complete Guide
Tortoises as Family Pets: Teaching Responsibility and Care