Palmont, family lunch

Here is the bread from Salers and the magic truffade.


An American lost in France.

The stress is bad for you. We are working on it.

Claire posing for the photographer.

My uncle barn.


Claire always wanted to be a farmer. I guess it is never too late.

Fontange and the magic truffade

We visited my grand-ma and my uncle in Fontange a small and beautiful village in the Cantal. Jean-Louis and I went to Salers to buy some breads. It was so much fun. Jean-Louis stopped every time He saw a car, a farmer to say hello and chat. I could not believe it, He must know every single person 50 miles around.

To make it even better, my grand-ma prepared that really magic truffade that I have not tested anywhere else.

View from our bedroom in Palmont. Not bad at all:)

The door of the main house. Probably has old as the house so let's say 200 years old.

Nice vista from Salers.


Jean-Louis my uncle.

Some curdle from the Cantal (the cheese) which is the main ingredient for the truffade (with the potatoes of course).

My grand-ma working out the truffade until the perfect consistence is achieved.

My dad and uncle having a good time watching my grand-ma making the truffade.


Nice flower.