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Through France

July 29, 2010 16 Comments Filed Under: Food, French, Road trips, Travel

I tend to drive when I go to see my parents in the South of France. It costs me more than flying or the train but, despite the marathon sessions at the wheel, I get to discover a little more about the country, visit unknown corners and most importantly, pick up French vintage kitchenalia, furniture and linen.

This time I drove off the ferry (where giant sweets such as Toblerones costing £47 or outsize Chupa Chups are popular duty-free presents, it’s also the only place you can buy white Toblerone) via Passavant La Rochère in Les Vosges, a little known but very pretty area of Eastern France on the border with Luxembourg and Germany. It was a bit of a detour but I’ve admired this factory’s glassware for some time.

Driving through the green, cow dabbed hills, through small villages, each of whom had made the effort to fill window boxes and wheelbarrows garnished with flowers, and each house accompanied by a long pile of wood jigsaw-stacked outside for the winter, I got lost a few times.

I arrived at La Rochère factory fifteen minutes before closing time. Staggering in there, my dress damp from collected sweat in the driving seat, I panted ‘Please don’t close, I’ve driven all the way from London’. I bought nine boxes of pressed glasses, modelled on various vintage 18th century designs. It was cheaper than buying from websites that specialise in vintage French goods, but probably not enough to make the petrol and tolls worthwhile. What I like about these glasses through is that not only are they pretty, fit in with The Underground Restaurant’s shabby chic decor, but they are sturdy and do not break easily.

I continued for another hour or so then stopped opposite a church at a little oak-beamed restaurant. The menu, 22 euros, three courses, was simple but cheap. I had a kir aligoté to start, the local white wine with crème de cassis, and a tomato and poached egg salad. For the main course I ate trout with gratin dauphinois and ratatouille. The trout and dauphinois were good but I think the ratatouille was tinned. It’s disappointing how many French restaurants today use frozen or tinned goods, so different from my childhood when my family drove through France each school holiday. Dessert was pannacotta with a sharp berry coulis. An ordinary French meal, decent and workaday.

I grew suddenly so tired that my arms could no longer lift the knife and fork, I paid with my carte bleue and clambered into the back of my small white van. Yes I am a white van woman. It only cost £350, has no air-conditioning or power steering. I’m on my third white van. Other drivers behave differently, more aggressively with white vans, and I can see male drivers in London do a second take seeing a woman behind the wheel.

It started to rain hard, I covered myself with a sleeping bag and slept. On waking, feeling completely refreshed I realised it was still only 1 am, so I drove on through the rain to the autoroute. The most expensive autoroutes are between Dijon and Lyon and Aix en Provence. You can end up spending around 100 euros on tolls but when the weather is bad I don’t want to negotiate the stop/start of the more scenic Route Nationale.

One of my favourite things about travelling in France is the petrol station shops: I can spend hours looking at the books, the specialités de la region and a particular fetish of mine, the truck driver’s section. These macho men like to buy velvet curtains for their beds, tables to hang on their steering wheels, stickers of sexy truckin’ girls and have an array of electrical goods that they can run via the cigarette lighter: kettles, coffee makers, small ovens. I have visions of burly lorry drivers, kings of the road, parking up and making teensy grilled cheese sandwiches in their mini ovens.

Just what we all need: a table we can attach to our steering wheel
These all plug into the cigarette lighter.

South of Lyon, the weather changes, the sky thins out to blue and the air is arid. I wend my way through Montelimar, home of French nougat, which boasts something called the Le Palais des bonbons, an international museum of sweets. I must check this out I thought. Parking up, I approach the doorway, it’s already obvious from the plastic life size mannequin of a woman in ill-fitting historic clothes that it’s a tacky waste of time, visited only by desperate parents seeking to anaesthetize their children for a few hours en route. Christ, if this is the standard of attractions, I could turn my back garden into a museum of say, er, Irish pubs, something vaguely Kilburnish, with a few ‘tableau’ of ginger haired men clutching pints of Guinness and charge people to see it. (Don’t encourage me).

I press on to my parent’s house near Grimaud. I spent a year down there. I’ve written about it quite extensively. It was one of the most boring periods of my life. Altogether I’ve lived seven years  in France and probably visit at least once a year. I’m sure I was French in a past life (that’s another story). I have a love/hate relationship with the French.


At this time of year, the Cote d’Azur is hot, dry and traffic is so bad you daren’t leave the house. This year, after the spring floods in Draguignan, there are also a plague of mosquitos. I generally spend most of my time cooking, swimming and visiting flea markets. My teen and my neice, both 16 years old, were there already. My neice, whose mum teaches Home Economics, is an enthusiastic cook. They decided to play Come Dine With Me and make us a three course meal, of a far higher standard than most of the restaurants down here. It took them both most of the day to make.

This took me back to one of the most memorable meals. When I was eight years old, we drove to Minori to see the Italian side of the family. My father’s godfather turned out to be the mayor of the village. He took us to a darkened restaurant, the best in the locality. The godfather wore a crisp white shirt, a tailored dark suit and gold glinted about his cuffs. The small finger on his right hand had a long curly nail. This was an Italian peasant’s way of saying: I don’t have to work the land. The waiters lined up as if it were a royal visit. Nobody kissed the godfather’s ring but it wouldn’t have been out of place. As we left, my brother piped up:

 “Dad, I like this restaurant, we don’t even have to pay!”

My parents hushed him. A few days later, we were invited to the godfather’s house. We climbed a small mountain of lemon groves; the lemons were half a foot long, with thick knobbly skins, you could eat them straight off the plant. I remember being so thirsty as we made our way up the dusty lemon grove.

The crickets were deafening as the sun beat down. At the top we were welcomed by the widowed godfather’s two 16 year old daughters, twins I think, who had made us dinner. This time the godfather was wearing a white vest and blue work trousers. This dinner lasted for hours, they had pulled all the stops out: antipasti, pasta, a seafood course, a fish course, a red meat course, a white meat course, salads, vegetables, cheeses, puddings. It was the first time I had cannelloni, home-made into large stuffed rolls by the young girls. It was a tremendous feat, this banquet, especially by such young cooks. We didn’t speak Italian (they spoke in dialect) and they didn’t speak English. Food was the means of communication. After a few courses, we were struggling; my brother saved the day by groaning and clutching his stomach. At first the girls found this funny and offered him camomile tea but eventually his cries grew so loud and insistant that we had the excuse to leave.Roasted peaches with goat’s cheese, basil and hazelnuts, beautifully sweet and sourCrispy triangles made with ‘brik’ a North African fine dough.I made Thai corn fritters Grapefruit tree in my parent's garden

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  1. Anonymous

    July 29, 2010 at 10:13 am

    Lovely and here is my somewhat dated French motorway memory: stops determined by Relais Bébé Nestlé for a free nappy and baby food stock up 🙂

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  2. EyeOnDubai

    July 29, 2010 at 11:04 am

    Thanks for a lovely, langorous and evocative post. I have only recently discovered your blogs, but am deeply impressed by the whole enterprise – inspired food, beautiful photography, a fascinating approach to life. Long may it continue!

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  3. MySecretTeaRoom

    July 29, 2010 at 11:22 am

    I've only ever been on a fleeting trip to Le Havre in 1966, it was a local holiday and everything was closed. I hope, one day, to visit France properly,so thanks for taking me on a virtual detour today.

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  4. theundergroundrestaurant

    July 29, 2010 at 12:10 pm

    thanks so much for your comments. Lynne: you should go back!

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  5. chumbles

    July 30, 2010 at 7:09 am

    A lovely post; so evocative and brought back memories of long quiet drives mainly down the Dordogne superhighway (D675/975). They've turned it into a Route Touristique now, so that you see 50 or 60 cars an hour instead of 5 or 6. Long, straight, tree-lined dusty roads, punctuated by drops down into small towns like Bellac and La Dorat, where there was always a wine stop – lord a glass of white wine for a Franc!

    And you're absolutely right about the change to using tinned stuff; it always amazed us when we got tinned soup, given that on running a restaurant there's always plenty of fodder for a good if not great potage. Thank you for reminding me.

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  6. TheFastestIndian

    July 30, 2010 at 2:17 pm

    As everyone's already said, lovely post. And props to you for driving all that way- I get stressed once I'm beyond 10miles from home. Also loving the tasselled velvet curtains for truckers!
    And the food cooked by the juniors looked great too!

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  7. The Curious Cat

    July 30, 2010 at 3:27 pm

    So funny reading this entry – I'm not far from Montelimar right now! Nougat galore here and we've been talking about the bad traffic with the guests – and just been making peach and apricot jam! Wish I was a braver driver like you – be lovely to drive across France (though not in the summer). Some of the food here looks AMAZING – I like the idea of goats cheese with peach – does it work well? Be lovely to have a recipe…and well done to the 16 year olds and their effort! Very impressive! xxx

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  8. msmarmite lover

    July 31, 2010 at 7:59 am

    Thanks for your comments chumbles, fastest indian and curious cat.
    The roasted apricots are a revelation with goats cheese. I love the sourness.
    The teens did really well. Out of the pictures here, they did the triangles with Brik. I didn't photograph all their other dishes, too busy enjoying them.
    The other dishes photographed are little salads and things I've been making for our al fresco lunches.

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  9. catering berlin

    July 31, 2010 at 7:24 pm

    I really liked your apricot salad with goatcheese. I will try this next week. But the other pictures are really nice too. Looks really professional…

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  10. theundergroundrestaurant

    August 1, 2010 at 7:20 am

    Thank you catering Berlin. Actually I am a professional photographer, that was my training. I wasn't a food photographer, I did portraits, fashion and reportage but my food photography is improving, I'm taking more time and effort with it.
    The apricots are lovely, a lovely sweet and sour dish, squeeze some good honey over them too.

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  11. knit nurse

    August 2, 2010 at 11:28 am

    What a beautiful and entertaining post! I laughed rather hard at the table for the steering wheel and all the other lorry-driver accessories. There's another world out there!

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  12. Plum Kitchen

    August 2, 2010 at 9:59 pm

    The pics are beautiful (of course)but I do enjoy your writing so much, what an adventure. Really want a gadget to plug into my car lighter, is that sad….?I couldnt stop laughing about the sweet museum, my husband sniff's out crapola like that at 50 paces, its worse if its not free as he feels like he should read everything to make it worthwhile…..at least you could just leave!

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  13. theundergroundrestaurant

    August 2, 2010 at 10:16 pm

    plum: not at all. I've been trying to justify buying myself an electric kettle to plug into my cigarette lighter for years! I'll do it one day.
    Knitnurse: hi and thanks. Welcome to the blog!

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  14. asharpknife

    August 6, 2010 at 11:02 pm

    You should totally get the kettle. I've hitched lifts with a few truckers and the one set-up that impressed and amazed me most was a Turkish-German guy who took out a little Persian-esque rug, a camping stove, which he lit with his lighter, all while driving, and made us coffee in an espresso pot. That was one comfy truck, plenty of velvet curtains in there.

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  15. theundergroundrestaurant

    August 7, 2010 at 8:38 am

    Whilst driving??? Did you get pictures? Sounds fab.
    When I was hitching through Argentina, the truck driver's mate boiled up maté as we were driving, but not the truck driver.

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    August 30, 2010 at 4:46 pm

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