Reminder

The lost cheese notebook has been found!

Which reminds me, the monthly Fête du Fromage International Cheese Tasting Event is set for April 15. Only a few days left to get your cheeses tasted and your links sent to me for the round-up.

The 13th is the deadline for entries.
  • Photos are wonderful, but not necessary
  • Entries must contain the words La Fête du Fromage and contain a link to Chez Loulou
  • Posts should be written specifically for La Fête du Fromage and not entered in any other food blog event
  • Please send the link to your post to louloufrance (at) gmail (dot) com with the words Fête du Fromage in the subject line.
Merci!


Photo du Jour - Creole Glass


Wavy, hand made glass windowpanes in a 1830’s Creole townhouse in New Orleans.
The owners kept these charming, unique elements when they renovated the house.


Château de Gourgazaud

Château de Gourgazaud

Last night I took a sip of Chardonnay that knocked my socks off.

In the past, I was not, repeat not, a big fan of Chardonnay.  Too much butter, too much vanilla, often too oaky.  Like licking a strip of bark slathered in butter.

Then came my Chardonnay revelation in the form of a white Burgundy that was included in the Tour de France of Wine tasting at Ô Château in Paris. 
That Chardonnay was an entirely different creature, with its bright aromas of apple and almond, and hints of pineapple, tangerine and cream.  Nothing like the over-oaked abominations from California.

So I've happily sought out bottles of white Burgundy, all the while carefully avoiding any bottle that includes the words élevé en fût de chêne*.

Wine Barrels

Then the other day, thanks to a local vigneron and her family, I learned that oak barrel aged Chardonnay can be a sublime experience.



Château de Gourgazaud, an estate nestled against a hill just outside of La Livinière, has always been one of my favorite Minervois wine producers.  When they started a blog a few years ago, I happily added it to my daily reading list.  I loved having an inside and sometimes intimate look at the life of a local winemaker.

Last month I received an email from Annick Tiburce of Château de Gourgazaud, explaining that she and her son had read Chez Loulou from time to time and would we be available to come to the Château for une dégustation apéritif in September?
I was thrilled to be invited and of course thought that it would be a large event, so you can imagine our surprise when we drove up the drive last Sunday to discover that we were the only ones there.  It was to be a private tasting with Annick, her son Quentin and his girlfriend, Aude.  (who has a great website called Resto-de-Paris)

Château de Gourgazaud

It turned out to be one of those perfect afternoons - one that we will always remember.
 
It was spent on a sunny terrace discussing history, travel, food and politics, sharing stories, eating, and tasting exquisite wine with three of the warmest, most interesting people we've met in a very long time.
Yes, truly a perfect afternoon.

Château de Gourgazaud

Château de Gourgazaud

Château de Gourgazaud

 So, back to that Chardonnay...

It wasn't élevé en fût de chêne, rather élevé en barrique** for 3 months, which meant that instead of slapping the grapes upside the head with too much oak, the giant barrels impart subtle hints of oak that blend beautifully with the citrus and honey flavors. 

I think Château de Gourgazaud's Chardonnay is divine.  And when you see the passion that this family has for winemaking, that's no surprise.



*aged in oak barrels
**aged in 225-liter oak barrels

The Saga of the Broken Arm - Or, My First Encounter With the French Health System

One August evening, four summers ago, I opened the skylight on our top floor to help keep the house cool. That one, innocent act means that I will forever have a titanium rod and two little screws in my right arm.
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The clouds started building late that afternoon and by 9pm the thunder was rumbling and the lightening started flashing. I was in our bedroom changing into my p.j.'s when the skies opened up and the rain came crashing down. I quickly ran upstairs to close the skylight and as soon as my foot hit the water that had pooled on the floor, I slipped and came down hard on my right elbow.
Lying there stunned, I felt some pain in my upper arm and immediately thought that I had dislocated my shoulder. You know how you see in movies or on shows like ER that a dislocated joint can be popped right back into the socket?
Well, in my infinite medical wisdom I thought, "Ok Jennifer, no big deal, just be brave and pop it back in," then grabbed a hold of my upper arm with my left hand and pushed.
YEOW!
My shoulder wasn't dislocated. My arm was broken.

So there I am, totally naked, skylight still open, rain pouring through a hole in our roof into our house, and husband is down on the main floor, totally oblivious to what is going on up on the third floor. Yes, I was the I've fallen...and I can't get up lady from those TV commercials.

I started calling for him, somewhat loudly at first, then screaming, "honey! HONEY!" He came running upstairs, grabbed some towels, got the skylight closed and the floor mopped up. I was eerily calm when I told him that I thought I had broken my arm and needed to immediately go to the hospital.
He gave a brilliant response, "But...you're naked." (I still tease him ruthlessly about this)
Like I cared! The fact that I wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing was the least of my worries. I would have happily walked out to the car and gone into the hospital just as I was. Getting some pain relief was priority number one!

In the end I didn't go in my birthday suit. He helped me pull on a pair of sweats and wrapped a summer robe around my shoulders. Putting a shirt on would have been impossible anyway, as I couldn't move my arm.

It was about 10pm by now and as I said, we were having a dramatic thunderstorm. Out into the pouring rain we went, driving over the rugged roads while I held my arm and tried not to scream every time we hit a bump, to the nearest hospital in Lézignan-Corbières. Of course, we didn't know exactly where the hospital was. Just knew that there was one...

Look for Part II of the Saga- How I Survived the Needles and Enjoyed the Wine in the Hospital - next week.

My lovely black and blue marks in my good arm from the endless IV's and needles - Photo taken by Jon Knowles

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Home!

I'm finally home!
And other than having to endure the baby sitting behind me that was screaming his head off and kicking the back of my seat for 3 of the 10 hours on the flight from San Francisco to Amsterdam, all went well.

Husband, dogs and cat were all happy to see me and I was happy to see them after three long but wonderful weeks with friends and family.

Now jet lag is kicking my ass.

Hosting a birthday party in Paris!

When Jo Ann contacted me sometime ago, I loved her story: six girlfriends, all married and with children were coming on a "girls-only" trip to Paris to celebrate the birthday of one of them.
Since they're all foodies we arranged to do together a 4-hour Paris market discovery and French Cuisine atelier! To my dismal, it was snowing on the day of our meeting! But Valerie, Kala, Jennifer, JoAnne, Melissa, and Charlene arrived laughing and enjoying the cold - no wonder, they are from Chicago!
We prepared together broccoli flans as our apetizer, pork tenderloins in a light sauce with carrots and lardons, onion compote, and pear and dark chocolate clafoutis fro dessert. We had a sparkling Vouvray to celebrate the birthday, and we paired the meal with a red from Bourgueil.
Happy Birthday KALA!!

La Fête du Fromage - Le Garriou

It looks like a little Crottin de Chavignol and it tastes like a little bit of heaven.

Le Garriou
just may be the perfect goat cheese.



It is lush, creamy and melting just under that wrinkly, edible rind. It is chalky and ultra rich in the middle. Its aroma is reminiscent of straw and barnyards.
The "goatiness" is pronounced, but not too overwhelming, as it is rounded out by the other flavors that include a zesty, citrus tang and a refined earthiness.
Un vrai fromage de chèvre!

Le Garriou is an artisan cheese produced on a small farm in the Lot département. It is made with unpasteurized goat's milk and is a heady 45% butterfat.

Savored slowly, with a bit of baguette and a glass of Côtes du Rhône, and life just doesn't get much better!