When inspiration does not spring up all by itself , you may , as the gentle tease tickles your envy of sharing any new discovery which of course will have provided you in the process with a new taste in mouth , a new item to “blab” about and show off as if it was a new-born baby and you had suddenly become a father , simply want to go in search for the “renouveau” , seeking “adventure” , thus without the necessity of going any much further than your own known territory , limits.
The Bordeaux region is new to me and only the beginning of a 1800 miles journey that will take place over the next 6 days , but having a young sister who has recently moved there , is only making sense in not so much forcing myself paying a visit to this blessed by the gods earth fields.
Charente , Dordogne and Gironde all fusing in almost one point where a change of scenery is becoming sudden , going through the green fields , caressing the wonderful cepages , vallons and other ups and downs all the way through a tiny viaduct where , surprisingly and rapidly , a sign indicating another change , another “culture”, pride and love for its ground and traditions , shows itself , announcing a new name , a new part of this wonderful land.
The Caneles Bordelais appearing in almost every shop windows , hot and still smoking , with the strong flavor of Vanilla and Rum emaning , all shinning from the bee wax that has been used to line its silvered copper moulds.
12 or 14 , perhaps more , nevertheless it is the number carefully carried in a small box , no one would have thought they would do the journey all the way across the hexagon so to see , as if by mixing the religions of one being , the other side , also surrounded by “Vallons” and forests and plains and grapes fields or vineyards. …. they all would have been so right.
So yummy that a few hundred miles only , as if poaching in this fragrance of comfort , an urgent stop would become a need , a gourmandise agremented with a strong cup of coffee and making this moment in time a marvellous few minutes , all while watching the “Chaîne des Puys” , an idyllic instant.
After the South-West , it is of course place for Alsace , there is here no need to present this “grande Dame” , she has always shown and proved to be so generous , allowing for new discoveries such as cellars and all sorts of delicious and palpable items to be made.
Cleebourg Cooperative is one stop to sample and pick a few bottles of Himmrich Pinot Gris as a perfect example , so is the Niedersteinbach farm where fresh “faisselles” and cheeses are being produced , to be degusted with a light spoon of sugar or honey with an added pinch of cinnamon.
Highland breed are surprisingly to be found grassing in the nearby fields , friendly and all fury , having adopted or been adopted , these giant gentle beast are very common in this valley , well appreciated for its capability in adapting and of course needless to mention , for its absolutely gorgeous meat.
Next … “Les Sources du Heimbach” is a fresh fish farm situated in the Vosges du Nord concentrating on the quality of the products hereby loved and cherished , all this for your mouthful only.
No antibiotics , GM nor unwanted flour are being used in this 100% natural growth family business , placed only less than 2 miles away from the source with no village nor human pollution coming from above , the perfect river flows and come nourishing in minerals all its occupants: Trout , Salmon Trout , Red Leg Crayfish , Ombles Chevalier … a jewel atop its forest already rich in various games (Venison , Roe Deer , Boar & Marcassin and a wide range of wild mushrooms comprising Black Trumpets , Girolles , Morels and many many more) all “jalones” with sawmills leaving the fresh air of the area with the light smell of the sap pouring from all conifers hereby cut , sliced , trimmed and piled , giving it the platform it deserve so to be publicly shared and presented for all of us to hume in full lungs.
A breathe that makes this area so special , so fresh and my god …. so good.