Our wild, warm wind–le vent d’autan–is into its second day.
It can last days yet–a week even.
It’s particularly violent this time.
We drove back from an evening in Toulouse last night gingerly, dodging the big “kindling” strewn across the road.
Birds are flying low to the ground, not to be blown off course.
I find this wind troubling–but it’s shaking the walnuts off the trees–and they are ready.
Intrepidly (!) I braved the tempest this morning and returned with three bags full!
I may have enough for the year now.
Walnuts are good for you and feature regularly here on pasta, on aubergines and for breakfast.
When we arrived home last night, windblown but safe, a fairy had visited bearing gifts.
A round cheese with Fromage de Brebis Corse (corsican sheep’s cheese) written in white ink on the small brown bag and another brown bag with Trompettes de la “Mort”—[delicieux dans les pates”]–(wonderful on pasta)] written in the same white ink.
Thierry and Flo–our neighbours–returned from ten days holiday on the Beautiful Isle (Corsica) with things they knew we’d like.
What to do with the spookily named fungus?
(Coincidently our friend Simon, an “amateur” de champignons [mushroom lover], emailed me this morning who with four ways to cook ceps. I’ll try these in the next few days.)
For the little darkly-named trompettes, I settled on “deadly” omelettes–black on yellow.