Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2008/12/18
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]Someone once likened eating cassoulet to walking across a muddy field. You start off with the best of intentions, but about half way you begin to flag and wonder how much more there is. Steve On 18/12/08 22:07, "Seth Rosner" <sethrosner@nycap.rr.com> wrote: > Ah memories! > > 30+ years ago my penultimate married relation and I were on our wedding > trip, returning from Nice to Paris via Carcassonne whose fortifications she > wished to see. And I wished to enjoy un vrai cassoulet toulousain, thus we > wended our way to Toulouse and found a lovely small hotel of whose patronne > I requested the restaurant that prepared the best cassoulet in Toulouse. > "Ah > non, monsieur, vous voulez plutot un bon cassoulet de Castelnaudry". To > which she directed us. It was sensational gustatorially. It also created > the > most aromatic and ferocious gas attack since La Grande Guerre Mondiale, la > premiere!