call me irresistable...
What is it about french cats? The Arts correspondent and I were making an experimental exploration of the joys of camping way down South in the Languedoc, we had borrowed a gargantuan tent from a colleague, and brought our picnic stove and a variety of interesting things to eat. These included a couple of local sausages, cheeses etc, and we'd stopped off at my favourite boulangerie in Toulouse and bought a couple of custard/raisin things to go with our morning coffee.That we were burgled by what looked like Puszkins skinny french cousin wasn't a great surprise, that he stole and ate most of a custard thing rather than a sausage was more of one, Not only that but the little sod came back in the night and stole the other one, we were most displeased. They taste so much better than they look by the way.
posted by Lampy @ 7/08/2008 10:40:00 pm
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