03/06/2026
In the perfumed gardens, jasmine drifted through the evening air, ruby-red roses and passionflowers were in full bloom, and the grasses swayed gently in the warm night breeze.
Beneath the pergola, accompanied by the mellow sounds of soul music, we gathered for our weekly feast.
🍈We began with the season’s ripest Provençal melon, served with aged prosciutto, caperberries and fresh mint.
🐟The centrepiece was a magnificent 3.5kg black grouper, stuffed with garlic, lime kumquats, fennel, leeks and herbs from the garden.
🫛Alongside it, black Camargue rice with roasted walnuts, new-season beans, dill and parsley, and a rich caponata of black olives, peppers, tomato, celery and red wine vinegar.
🍓To finish, Edwin’s mother’s treasured meringue recipe, was served with fresh strawberries, homemade caramel & yoghurt ice cream and a vibrant strawberry coulis.
As always, the food was only part of the story.
Our dear French friend Marc, now part of our lives for nine years, regaled us with his delightful humour, gentle teasing at our expense, and playful flirtations with the ever-elegant Elizabeth, dazzling in her jewels.
As darkness fell, he serenaded us with Les Jardins d’hiver, his rich, sonorous voice carrying across the garden and into the balmy Provençal night.
These are the evenings we treasure: good food, old friends, shared laughter, and the simple magic of a Provençal summer. ✨🌿🍓🐟🍷. -
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