The clue’s on the can. Charcuterie seller Caroline on Victor Hugo market in Toulouse sells the most supérieure chorizo. I swear there be chilli embers inside the skin of each of these thick, bloody-brown, Spanish saucisson. It’s relatively soft for the sausage end of the charcuterie spectrum. It’s also slightly damp and it’s massively good. She sells plenty other stuff. All of it is excellent, but the chorizo is a notch or two above excellent. €19.95 per kilo. It’s doux et piquant.
This is Chai Vincent on Victor Hugo market in the centre of Toulouse at mid-day on a Saturday. It’s a popular spot for folk to grab a glass, talk about a glass and buy a bottle. Not just the oi palloi either, a large proportion of the butchers, fishmongers, fromageries and bakers that make up what is the best covered market in Toulouse can often be found here taking 5 or having a glass or two delivered to their stalls mid-morning. I’m here on the recommendation of my friend Jerome who runs a restaurant called Chez Navarre. He turned me on to this…
It’s a great glass of plonk from 2006. It’s a rosé by the name of Au petit bonheur Les Pallières. Le wine blog would seem to have taken a fancy to it and the ever thorough Alder at Vinography has more on the domain, alas not this wine. Alder does the tasting notes for the red from the same region very convincingly – something I won’t even attempt. I’m more of a "It’s red, it’s white, it’s pink, it’s dry, it’s sweet, it’s fruity, it’s good, it’s not good" That’s about as sophistictaed as my wine palate gets. Therefore, I’m afraid I can’t tell you whether there’s a breath of fresh toast, hints of gooseberry, alpine flowers and the scent of a young virgin’s hair at sunset inside a bottle of 2006 Au petit bonheur Les Pallières. I can tell you it’s good. Very good.
It costs €7.50 at Chai Vincent and it’s a superb summer wine, best served highly chilled. At 13% alcohol, it’s quite strong. It worked great as an aperitif and as an accompaniment to a half dozen Fin de Claire oysters – €3.50 also from Victor Hugo market. This is only the third time I’ve blogged about wine in over three years. Nuff said.
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Spotted on Victor Hugo market, Toulouse, France.
This weekend, on Victor Hugo market in Toulouse, France, I learned that a horse’s tongue is very, very big. About the length of my arm, from the elbow to the fingertips. And the width of a motorbike tyre. However, it’s probably not quite as tough. The Japanese enjoy horse tongue sashimi. As soon as I learn how to cook the thing I’ll order one, minus the rest of the horse. Talking of which, you probably can’t tell from the photo, but the horse’s heart, pictured behind the tongue, is bigger than my head, a football and most new born babies. There’s not much you can’t eat from a horse, here’s a horsemeat map from the stall on Victor Hugo. Horse fat is supposed to be very good and I am reliably told the meat is superb, "Better than beef".