life on mars..

sometimes it feels like we live on another planet. Yesterday we hosted an annual birthday do for the villagers born in 1933. The class of '53 they call themselves. We do lots of these *classes* (dated 20 years on from their birthyear) but this one is always a bit special. On the menu is home-made rabbit terrine followed by calves head (complete with tongue and served warm with parsley and shallot sauce) or tripe stew à la mode de Caen. Followed by high (almost running away) normandy cheeses and then apple and calvados tart. Wash all this down with rotting farm cider and finish with coffee and strip your throat clean calvados. Yum yum. Not for the faint hearted. Certainly not for the vegetarians amongst us. They loved it of course, and have promised to be back next year. With the same menu of course....