Ohio delicacies ?

By the time we returned from our croissant buying expedition Madame Bay had arrived. She was standing, arms folded , in the courtyard shouting up to the builders, the gutterer, and the plumber who were all on the roof. It seems that the bee man ( remember him ?) managed to cut through the plastic lining membrane that keeps the rain out. A full council of war was underway to see what could be done to repair it. The repeated use of the word 'expensive' caused me to leave them all alone.

Inside the house Wilf and yours truly came face to face with three American ladies hooked up to our WiFi network and working away feverishly on their laptops. It seems these three American college professors are taking a sabbatical and have rented a house in the village for two months. Quite how anyone manages to come from Ohio to rent in a village with a church, a village hall, eight houses and ten street lights is a mystery. The shock of the transition from Cincinnati to a Starbucks free France Profonde is already evident on their faces.

Wilf immediately became the centre of attention. A state of affairs that he considers to be entirely natural. The three lady professors thought he was being charming. Those of us who know him better recognized that hopeful ' and what is it exactly that you eat in Ohio ? Perhaps you could show me ? ' look on his face.

With his dinner kibbles last night our family gourmand had an amuse bouche of seared scallops on a bed of mint peas followed by a taste of sea bass and new potatoes. Why not ? He gets ever lighter by the day.