During my early twenties I would visit the girlfriend for the weekend and on Sunday her French mother (now my mother-in-law) would present something gorgeous like roast lamb with flageolet beans and potato dauphinoise swilled down with a red from her fathers favorite ‘cave’ before tucking into a tarte au citron. We would eat around 2pm which enabled me to leave for 4pm, fly up the motorway and arrive at my parents by 5.30 for roast beef and Yorkshire puds.daveuprite wrote: ↑Wed Apr 07, 2021 4:29 pmYep, fair point. I have been known as Dave Three Breakfasts from time to time. I sneak in a bowl of frosties (well they're Carrefour fake frosties actually but pretty good), and marmalade toast makes an appearance too sometimes. I'd rather have loads of breakfast and skip lunch all together, which isn't very french at all but I can never get anything done after a fat dejeuner.
Speaking of Carrefour, I wish I could find Reglisse Menthe herbal tea here in the UK.