I was recently visiting my friends Didier and Martine Barral in the south of France at their fantastic winery, Domaine Leon Barral. I've gone down the past few years to help out during the vendange and have fallen in love with the (tiny) village life...you know, eating huge meals with animals that they've raised, knocking back many bottles of wine every night, walking out and picking fruit from the trees and bushes, no internet/tv/newpapers, quiet beyond belief, the grandmother stopping by with a platter of head cheese from her veal calf, etc.
One evening I opened the refrigerator to find a rabbit and a pheasant. Whole. Un-skinned. A bit of blood showing. Fur and feathers touching the other food. Vive la France!
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