IDK what the voodoo magic is that they do in the kitchen to make them so crispy, but whatever, I'll give them my first born if they keep those amazing wings coming. Wings/Drumsticks* – nothing short of amazing, crunchy on the outside, perfectly cooked on the inside. INSTANT FAVORITE! A quick rundown of what we've tried thus far: Or look on the right on a laptop or PC.WOW! We've driven by this place about a thousand times, and finally stopped by late on a Saturday when it was basically the only thing open other than fast food. Just scroll to the bottom of this post if you’re on a mobile device. It’s easy to subscribe if you don’t want to miss my weekly newsletters of musings from France and a round-up of fab features, plus exclusive random newsletter giveaways. Don’t miss the weekly newsletter which every week brings you inspiration from France Janine Marsh is Author of My Good Life in France: In Pursuit of the Rural Dream and My Four Seasons in France: A Year of the Good Life and Toujours la France: Living the Dream in Rural France(April 2022) all available as ebook, print & audio, on Amazon everywhere & all good bookshops online. Wishing you a bon weekend from a rather quirky village in the middle-of-nowhere, rural France, I also offered to help him get them back into their pen before Monsieur and Madame Jupiler come back today, so if you passed through a tiny village in the Seven Valleys on Friday night as the wind was howling and the shutters were rattling on every house, and you saw a small woman and a lanky Frenchman chasing chickens that were lifting off in the gale like feathered Mary Poppins’– it was probably me! Having been cooped up myself over the last couple of years, I thought they might appreciate a bit of a run about but I’m not sure my Aunt will agree.” I promised I’d only share it with my friends – so here it is on my Instagram page! The nephew came out to see what I was doing “You won’t put that photo on the village Facebook page will you?” he said “I’m just letting them have a bit of freedom. Yesterday I popped to the shops and on the way home met the chickens wandering down my road so I went to photograph them. The nephew is making no attempt to catch them” he paused for dramatic effect, “Madame J is going to go nuts if they’re still out when she gets back. There’s chickens everywhere, in the road, in people’s gardens, digging under hedges… they’re all outside your house at the moment, passed ‘em on the way in. “The nephew isn’t doing a good job” Jean-Claude. This week’s update was that our neighbours Monsieur and Madame Jupiler have gone on holiday and their nephew is staying at their house to look after their animals – a rotund sausage dog called Le Roi (the King), two very unfriendly cats that pinch my cats food off the terrace, and a dozen chickens whom Madame Jupiler dotes on. Then he tells us what’s going on in the village. Mark offers beer which is accepted before the word bière is even finished. It’s really an excuse for him to hide from his wife Bernadette, “le chef” as he calls her, she loves finding him jobs to do around the house! We sit in my little hall and I offer him coffee, he declines. My neighbour Jean-Claude popped in a couple of days ago to share some gossip – don’t get excited, nothing that happens around here is likely to appear on the front page of a newspaper! Every week it’s the same routine, he knocks at the back door and stands there looking sheepish, I say “come in and have a chat” and call Mark, my other half, to join us.
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