Une assiette de frites

I went to the St.-Aignan market on Saturday morning just after Ken left for his trip up north. The day was sunny and warm and the market square was buzzing with people shopping for the weekend. I made the rounds looking at all the good stuff, but I was really after some strawberries. They guy from whom I buy asparagus every year also sells strawberries. His son (or is it is son-in-law?) grows them not far from here.

A plate full of fries. I like them with salt and pepper.

After I scored the berries, I stopped by the poultry vendors for something to grill for lunch. They had some nice looking sausages (the long thin kind called chipolatas) made with chicken and herbs. I got two of those. I also couldn't resist a couple of duck sausages. Then I saw that they had some made with rabbit; I took two of those, too.

I grilled one chicken and one rabbit sausage and made this batch of frites (fries). Very tasty with some hot Dijon mustard. I followed that with a salad of frisée from the garden. Dessert was, naturally, fresh strawberries in a little port wine. I sat out on the deck and enjoyed a leisurely lunch while tennis was on the tv inside.

The rabbit sausage was good. It had a richer and very slightly gamey flavor compared to the chicken sausage.

By the way, the strawberries are of a variety called Charlotte. It's an ever-bearing variety and the fruit is a little more hardy than the gariguette or the extremely fragile mara des bois varieties that we also get this time of year.