Ever since she had read that the shortest way to the bed goes by the kitchen, M.lle J.H. was obsessed by the idea her zozo would lose himself between somebody else’s burners. This recipe from the Landes, that I had tasted at the castle of Woolsack on the event of a wild boar hunt, and a bottle of Punch d’Amour served with a plate of boudin antillais, unleashed an unforgettable fox hunt, as confessed to me Ms. J.H., red-haired and apprentice cook for the occasion.
salt chicken with black sesame and baked pumpkin