Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch. -Orson Welles
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My mother was a great cook. My father loved to eat. I am the Man from Pawtucket and this is my story. Here you will find a collection of observations, from Central Falls to Central Park, from Pawtucket to Paris, about Eating Well. Bon Appetit.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
After Carcassone, I headed south to La Maison de la Blanquette in Limoux for lunch. I had foie gras de maison, fricassee a Limoux (a local variation of cassoulet) and tarte aux pommes.
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