 
 In his French Odyssey, Rick Stein did "Hot Toulouse sausages with a tomato, caper and shallot salad"
The recipe is HERE and if you're wanting something to whet your appetite, this is scanned out of the book...
 
 
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   Not sure yet Jo - Of course Mrs Muz & Muzette are still out there so there may be more photos to come next week - I did leave them a camera
  Not sure yet Jo - Of course Mrs Muz & Muzette are still out there so there may be more photos to come next week - I did leave them a camera  

 
   
  Of course, not having a bog in the car was a bit of a drag for the ladies but they soon got the hang of pretending they were on one of those dodgy squat-toilets your parents told you about, you know the kind of bogs they still do have in large swathes of mainland Europe.  We tempered Muzette's consternation by assuring her that it's the anatomically correct position
  Of course, not having a bog in the car was a bit of a drag for the ladies but they soon got the hang of pretending they were on one of those dodgy squat-toilets your parents told you about, you know the kind of bogs they still do have in large swathes of mainland Europe.  We tempered Muzette's consternation by assuring her that it's the anatomically correct position   
   
  



Ah! So its was the Muz's who taught Bear Grylls how to survive out there, or was it his brother Bongo GryllsMuzorewa wrote:Aha, you've spotted the lack of Bongo in these photos - that's because, although we were taking four days to get to southern France, once there we would have a more-than-adequate house to live in so there seemed little point thrashing Bongy around the place unnecessarily. So for the four days it took to get there - we wild-camped - in the car - old habits don't you know. Park up somewhere quiet, doors locked, seats back, "Night night John-Boy"Of course, not having a bog in the car was a bit of a drag for the ladies but they soon got the hang of pretending they were on one of those dodgy squat-toilets your parents told you about, you know the kind of bogs they still do have in large swathes of mainland Europe. We tempered Muzette's consternation by assuring her that it's the anatomically correct position


 
 
Probably a Wild-Campanile hotel then. So.....no wild-partying, but you may have to expect a wild-reception on their return.Muzorewa wrote:Oh for the return trip this coming weekend, no wild-camping for the MiL - I've had to book them a hotel, so two rooms, each for three adults. I'm not convinced they'll be too impressed as the rooms, which are just north of Paris, cost me less than €30.00 each




 
   
   
 

 So the following photos are a brief summary of what they got up to while I was trying to pay all their bills...
  So the following photos are a brief summary of what they got up to while I was trying to pay all their bills...

































 
 




































 Grandma on the top bunk
  Grandma on the top bunk 



 
   
   The ladies will be putting you out of a job if you're not careful
 The ladies will be putting you out of a job if you're not careful   
   
  