Food for thought

Ah, the land of milk and honey. Or should I say wine and meat? Knowing full well that markets are one of my weak areas I girded myself for my first visit to the marche Collioure. Six different types of saussision later I was addicted. Oh and the brebis fromage, aussi. After becoming quite satisfied with all the free tastes of market fare I went on to puchase wild boar, venison, bull, mushroom and veggie dried sausages. The last two were a feeble attempt to add some sort of legume to my shopping spree...I had no idea that veggies and mushroom, when made into sausages could taste and look just like pork! As for the wine experience I can say that I am at the moment infatuated with the area's tipples and may soon fall in love. A litre of something red which tastes pretty good and goes straight to the head for only three and a bit dollars Canadian can only spell trouble. Thank the gods for all the fatty sausages to soak up the alcohol.

Since finding good food, good wine and beautiful surroundings is as easy as falling down on the stone streets here, I'm going off in pursuit of rare fare...good French beer. I know it's out there; I've had it before and I won't stop till I've bagged one.