Fiona Sass and Cindy Guilbert have much in common. They both live in the High Vallespir….and they both have a passion for edible and medicinal weeds and wild plants.
At first meeting, Gerard Magny, founder of Réso Bio, is a calm and quietly-spoken man….but once he starts talking about the organic produce that lines the spacious shelves of his chain of Réso Bio shops around the region, he lights up like a firework!
Saffron production is a labour of love – a process so labour intensive that it is hardly surprising that the fiery coloured spice is the most expensive in the world.
Coming from the French word terre for “soil,” the word terroir originally described the special characteristics of a region, or piece of land, which gave different varieties of wine, coffee and tea their individuality. (Soil, climate, position, regional traditions….)
Discover Roots 66 (you’ll need a designated driver!)
I have been impressed by the difference in the styles and tastes of the vinegars available from the Vallespir vineyards. The latest addition to my collection of single estate vinegars is from Treloar Vineyards, which nestles into the base of Mount Canigou. It is wonderfully sweet yet savoury.
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The Easter Omelette, or ‘Omelette Pascale is more than just a recipe in Catalonia – it’s a whole tradition!
According to legend, Napoleon Bonaparte was travelling across southern France with his army, when he first tasted an omelette prepared for him at an inn near Bessières. He was so impressed that he had a giant omelette made for his troops the very next day. What a nice man!
Bunyetes are flat, fried ‘pancakes’ which swell in oil, become crisp, and are served dusted with granulated sugar, much like beignets or doughnuts. They are traditionally made and eaten at Easter all over Catalonia.
I just love Argelès port. It has that certain ‘je ne sais quoi’, that special atmosphere that sets it aside from other ports. Sails moving gently in the breeze, sea air, totally pedestrian, (tho’ you may have to hop out of the way of a stray bicycle), people strolling along and chatting, or watching the world go by – a refreshing change to the manic pace of life.