I went to Provence, France last night.
Well, sort of :-). Actually Mr Comforts of Home and I went with our friends to a French cooking class.
(Ghislaine, in her kitchen)
I met a delightful woman, originally from Paris who now lives in Asheville at a farmers market a few weeks back. Her name is Ghislaine Mahler and her business is called Ma Belle France (my beautiful France).
She sells wonderful quiches and pastries at a few local farmers markets during the week. Once a week she holds a French cooking class in a barn beside her delightful cottage in the countryside.
(chopping fresh herbs from the garden)
We arrived at 5:30 and were handed a chef's apron and a kitchen towel and we were off!
(Chicken Provencale cooking on the stove)
Ghislaine was teaching us to prepare Smoked Salmon-Avocado Verrine, Chicken Provencale and Chocolate Mousse with Raspberries.
(Her cute cottage next to the cooking barn)
All of the herbs were freshly picked from her garden behind her house. The eggs used for the chocolate mousse came from the local farmer across the road.
(Mr. Comforts, whisking the egg yolks for the chocolate mousse)
The evening was hands on, we all helped dice, chop, stir, separate egg yolks and whites, measure whisk etc.
(Ghislaine and Me- look close, Ghislaine has garden scissors in one hand and fresh chives cut from her garden in the other)
Eventually we all sat around a white linen covered table and enjoy the fruits of our labor while Ghislaine's sweet dog, Nina was invited in to visit with us.
It was a fun evening. Did I feel like I was really in Provence? Yes, for a little while I did.