"Marcel lives for, and almost in his garden. From May to October he is out tending his veg at 6.30, just before he cycles to work. At 12, he comes home for lunch and does a quick bit of weeding before heading back for his afternoon stint at the arms factory. At 6pm, he is home again, and back in the garden until nightfall.It's a way of life for many in France, but fading.
It would actually be wrong to call Marcel’s garden a garden. It is a veritable little biosphere. Aprt from fish on Fridays, pretty much everything that the family eat is from the garden. Fresh fruit and veg in summer and bottled, pickled preserved produce in winter."
Friday, May 02, 2008
Yes, the best way for you locavores who haven't turned vegetarian yet to get your meat is the backyard rabbit hutch. You too can eat Flopsy, Mopsy, and save Peter Rabbit for Sunday dinner. In doing so, you'll be following in the footsteps of those in the home of great cuisine and terroir--France. See this piece on "Alice and Marcel", Mr. Beauregard's neighbors.