Les jonchées
rue de la halle, 17450 fouras
I could list the places I belong to. But, at the end, it would just be a meaningless thread of city names, and at times, neighbourhood or county names.
What I find interesting is the very reason why we belong to a place.
A person we love, or many of them. A kind of family; in which people do take care of each others.
A fond memory. Perhaps it was the rain and the drizzle from the sea that hit your face so hard. Or the kiss, on the pavement in front of that busy train station, that lasted so long it got the both of you soaked. Yes, it seems my memories are always somewhat rainy*.
A meal. Often a hungover breakfast, eaten with a side of virgin mary and the right person. A doughnut quickly devoured to escape the rain in a bus with no destination, except for the one you decide. A jonchée, paid with the littlest coins and taken home in the basket of your bike.
Yes, I have told you about the jonchées before. And you probably know that whenever I’m in Fouras, I can’t stay away from them.
The closest I could take you would be along the lines of a long ball of unsalted mozzarella. Of the creamy kind. And with the flavour of fresh almonds.
And soft melt-in-your-mouth inners encased in a slightly firm scalloped-shell. Which happens to be the negative-print of the jonc [reed grass] mat, this cow’s milk cheese** is moulded in.
So yes, I belong to Fouras. Because of my grand-mother. And the hours spent riding our bikes by the ocean. And the jonchées.
* The fact I live in London might have something to do with this ;)
** Although it is – from a technical point of view, rennet and ferments included – a cheese, it is nothing like it.
ilaria
Sep 07, 2011
I love it. in italia (as you may know) we call it Giuncata….very easy to make if you buy the rennets but never as good as the one you buy…
cathy
Sep 08, 2011
:) looks like you’re having a perfect time!
enjoy it all before you head back to london.
ps, saw a huge pack of papermate pens and thought of you xx
sylvie
Sep 09, 2011
Bonjour Fanny, tu as la bague de mes reves!!! La bague que j’avais reperee sur internet et que je cherche desesperement depuis un moment. Peux tu me dire quelle est la marque ? Mille merci!
Lucia
Sep 13, 2011
Rainy memories smell like clean clothes and autumn kisses. I love rain. I love rainy memories. In Italy we have “burrata”, from your description it could be similar to jonchées.
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grand mère
Nov 10, 2011
un petit coucou avant d’aller chercher Sindri à l’ecole il à voile et son sac est lourd Alexis est de nouveau parmi nous le soir ordi retire Brian pas facile ;! felicitation pour ta promotion PREND SOIN DE TA SANTE ET BISOUS DE G M
liberty
Jan 15, 2012
Ton blog est juste magnifique des photos incroyable franchement j’adore j’adore ton univers =D