Yesterday was our anniversary so we exchanged cards as usual - when I say as usual it is because we have now exchanged the same cards for 3 years! The one Mark gives me has a wheel with different numbers on it so he just turns it round and the one I give him gets the number re-written inside. It saves all that hassle of having to choose and makes us laugh!! Anyway, after all of the excitement that caused, we decided to escape for the day to a small town called Montmorillon, about 20 miles away. I just want to point out here that it is Mont mor
ill on, not Mont mor
illi on as so many English people here keep calling it! Maybe they are getting confused with a rock band in the 80s called Marillion! Anyway here is Mark having a rest on the bridge - he kept his cap on as he needs to go and see Uncle Roy to be de-Gummidged. (This is our latest talking point, Mark keeps saying why not de-Worzled but that doesn't sound nearly as good to me). We had a wander round and came across a new art gallery where the owner specialises in Raku. She might be interested in doing a joint exhibition with Mark at some point, or perhaps stock some of his ceramics, we will see. Having booked a table for lunch at 1 we wanted to make sure we were in good time so arrived at 12.45, after all the morning had been strenuous. The specials of the day sounded fab so we didn't even look at the menu. Ecrevisse (crayfish) in a filo nest with a cream and mustard sauce topped off with a piece of smoked salmon - yum. Then we had a sudden memory of a meal a few years ago when Mark ordered ecrevisse. A very large bib was fastened round his neck and some alarming utensils that looked as though they belonged to a dentist were placed on the table. Then the waitress appeared with a huge copper saucepan, plus lid, which were ceremoniously set in front of him. This waitress loved the theatre of taking the lids off all of the dishes, waiting for the attention of all involved and raising them high above her head - a bit like an unveiling. Several diners were heard clapping during the evening! So, lid duly removed Mark looked inside with relish. His expression then changed from anticipation to consternation as the antennae of these supposed delicacies appeared to be moving. Neither of us could work out how to use the utensils either so most of this dish went back to the kitchen.
Our luck was in though, this time the crayfish were orderd with full assurance that there were no antennae or shells to deal with! The main course was delish too and we eventually staggered out feeling very well fed. This photo was taken from the restaurant - maybe the man is catching crayfish?
Yesterday was our anniversary so we exchanged cards as usual - when I say as usual it is because we have now exchanged the same cards for 3 years! The one Mark gives me has a wheel with different numbers on it so he just turns it round and the one I give him gets the number re-written inside. It saves all that hassle of having to choose and makes us laugh!! Anyway, after all of the excitement that caused, we decided to escape for the day to a small town called Montmorillon, about 20 miles away. I just want to point out here that it is Mont mor ill on, not Mont mor illi on as so many English people here keep calling it! Maybe they are getting confused with a rock band in the 80s called Marillion! Anyway here is Mark having a rest on the bridge - he kept his cap on as he needs to go and see Uncle Roy to be de-Gummidged. (This is our latest talking point, Mark keeps saying why not de-Worzled but that doesn't sound nearly as good to me). We had a wander round and came across a new art gallery where the owner specialises in Raku. She might be interested in doing a joint exhibition with Mark at some point, or perhaps stock some of his ceramics, we will see. Having booked a table for lunch at 1 we wanted to make sure we were in good time so arrived at 12.45, after all the morning had been strenuous. The specials of the day sounded fab so we didn't even look at the menu. Ecrevisse (crayfish) in a filo nest with a cream and mustard sauce topped off with a piece of smoked salmon - yum. Then we had a sudden memory of a meal a few years ago when Mark ordered ecrevisse. A very large bib was fastened round his neck and some alarming utensils that looked as though they belonged to a dentist were placed on the table. Then the waitress appeared with a huge copper saucepan, plus lid, which were ceremoniously set in front of him. This waitress loved the theatre of taking the lids off all of the dishes, waiting for the attention of all involved and raising them high above her head - a bit like an unveiling. Several diners were heard clapping during the evening! So, lid duly removed Mark looked inside with relish. His expression then changed from anticipation to consternation as the antennae of these supposed delicacies appeared to be moving. Neither of us could work out how to use the utensils either so most of this dish went back to the kitchen. 
Our luck was in though, this time the crayfish were orderd with full assurance that there were no antennae or shells to deal with! The main course was delish too and we eventually staggered out feeling very well fed. This photo was taken from the restaurant - maybe the man is catching crayfish? 
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.