After the brocante in Beausset today, which is always plentiful, we stuffed the car silly with all our finds. I had to remind French Husband that I needed a place to sit in the car too. We came home and had lunch. Easter Monday lunch, yes in France Easter Monday is a big day.
Baby zucchini, or courgettes in French, in their barely green coats.
Our lunch was in the late afternoon.
The iron cutting tool I found recently at a brocante, easy to find as they are plentiful, but this one was special with its decorative narrow blade. It is showing off in this photo, as I did not use it to cut the courgettes. Cheeky photographer.
Black currants from Sicily, as Sacha wasn't here today, they went into the lunch divine. Sacha dislikes currants and spinach, I cannot grasp why? Anchovies I can understand the dislike, oysters too, but sweet little currants? Presto, a spoon full of goodness came for lunch.
In the background Provencal water jugs stand by, longing to be useful... I had to remind them that their charm is my delight, beauty is useful.
Five baby courgettes in barely there green coats,
Sauteed lightly with green onions, powdered here and there with curry and salt, with drops of olive oil.
Almond butter (thanks to Wanda who brought it from the States for me), and currants.
When the sauce is silky smooth it is ready to serve.
French Husband makes the best rice, even though my Dad was a rice farmer.
I cannot deny that he is better at it than me. He has his classic method which I cannot exactly figure out.
Because a pan, boiling water and rice does not always equal perfectly cooked rice, but that is his secret.
Garbanzo beans would have been good, but after a full morning brocanting, I forgot to add them.
Happy Easter Monday lunch after the brocante.
A nap followed under the glorious late afternoon sun.