Argelès is hot. K. is a wonderful cook and interesting to talk with. She lives in the foothills outside of town beyond the olive groves in a farm house. Where she lives is always cooler. The combination made acceptance of a lunch invitation a no brainer.
Thus B and I wended our way off the main road and up, up, up, up, up a dirt path into the woods.
The menu:
Cold carrot soup
A green bean and mackerel salad
Pasta pesto
Chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream
The breeze was just slight enough to be pleasurable. After the meal, K. gave us a variety of herbs to taste, not the ones we are used to but the kind that grow around her house whose exotic flavors excited our palettes. The last one was a lemony mint, more refreshing than any palete cleansing sorbet.
As we were leaving, K told us to giver her bottles of olive oil and she would add some herbs for original salad dressings.
The bottle is bought, the taste buds are waiting.
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