There are countless blogs and books about seasonal ingredients; about regional lifestyles and about France. Although my book How To French Country touches on all of those subjects, they’re expressed with the somewhat unique perspective of the non-pedigreed observer. Although I sometimes buy chicken at the market and make Coq au Vin, I’m also equally likely to make plov, a biryani or a tagine. When I interview people for the Living Your Bliss posts, they might be a local duck farmer or they could be a textiles designer I met in Marrakesh. Although I’m respectfully renovating a French Chateau, I scatter the floors with kilims I bought from Turkmenistan, and dine alfresco on an Australian wool sheerer’s table. Ultimately, we are but a sum of parts.
One of the greatest things about being different is being able to look through life’s cracks; to find the extraordinary in the ordinary, and survive more on instinct than experience. It also brings with it infinite opportunities to laugh at yourself; something I find myself doing more than a few times every day.
Take one Aussie girl, a pinch of the Middle East, a spoonful of Africa and marinade in Russia. Roll in central Asia then allow to simmer slowly in South West France.