Passadoc Gazette – No 139

The weekly 139

The garlic? ... ouch... ouch... ouch!!!

Garlic is apparently the sovereign remedy for hunting vampires, not bats but the True Vampires! Those who – big black cape, blabar complexion and sharp canines – travel only at night and feed on human blood!

Nothing frightens them except the sun... And garlic!

In the Middle Ages and in the following centuries, it is believed so strongly that in some villages the entrance stone of the houses is rubbed and a few cloves of garlic are subreptitiously slipped into the mouth of the deceased; So they will not come back to bother the living!

But this belief would come from much further: cloves were found in Tutankhamon's tomb; It was then a miracle food capable of curing many diseases and protecting children from the evil ones.

In outbreaks of rabies, patients were found to become hypersensitive to garlic and light. Some wondered if Dracula would not have been a mere mortal, just a victim of rage!

– Where are our garlic braids?

Patience... They're coming... Here they are in so many that there is enough to hunt all vampires from the Occitan!!! And above all, they are ready to perfume all the aioli of Provence!

Jeanne Monin

Research on several sites.

Photo André Abbe
Filled with smells of fruit, vegetables, all local handicraft products,
The markets are a feast for the senses...
 
[Friday Market in Roquebrune-sur-Argens (1984). The original photo has been slightly modified to enhance the colors.]
  • The Echoes of the Week
    The bladeturk
    One « body » Flying!
    The secret of lo sausson...

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The bladeturk

Photos André Abbe - Right: François Abbe, André's father.
The bladeturch... In other words, corn came froml.

Is there an image to announce the close end of summer?
Perhaps that of the corn ears that François Abbe collected and put to dry on ropes.

A flying cash!

Photo A. Abbe

It is not unusual to see helicopters and private jets flying over the cities, the beaches of the French Riviera.
What is more surprising is to see this « body » cork fly from the forest to the factory!

François Abbe
The photo is 25. I'd like to know if it's still practiced!

Maryse Laugier
No idea... I've never seen this before!

Jean-Paul Tinois
– At the Môle, at the Siouvette estate: they participate in the recovery of the cork industry.

The secret of lo sausson...

Photos André Abbe

Tropezian pie... Pistou soup... Of course... specialties of southern France.

Among them, native to the heart of Provence, a classic spread – lo sausson! – that was eaten on large slices of bread when farmers paused in the fields. Here's a secret recipe!

Claude Boyer reacts:
No « South » France... Please, if we lose this habit, it doesn't mean anything... « Provencal specialities » point.

Saint-Jean-de-Luz is at « South » and there we don't know what the aioli or the saussoun is; On the other hand, we taste delicious ttoro (pronounce tioro) and summer we celebrate around a zikiro while sipping an Irouleguy.
The Gascony is at « South » and we enjoy foie gras, duck needles in the morillae and magret.

Each region of France has its charms, it is normal that each native of these regions claims his identity, see no chauvinism in this intervention; But like André Abbe, I am insurgent against this name. « South »... I'm Provençal and not Southern...

- Holà! May your majesty not get angry! pleasant Jeanne Monin.

For geographers, the south is all that lies under a horizontal line drawn from Bordeaux to Chambéry...
 
Say that Provence – and therefore its specialities! – is in the south does not seem to me to be an incongruity.
« …
lose this habit that means nothing« Maybe I'll talk about the South...
 
But what did Daudet (born in Nîmes) define the Midi?* as follows:
« All the French Midi were there, in its various nuances: Midi gascon, Midi Provençal, Bordeaux, Toulouse, Marseille, Midi Perigourdin, Auvergnat, Ariégeois, Ardechis, Pyrenean... »
[*Numa Roumestan – 1881]

Gisele Penat-Lorde

Memories of my childhood.

Meals « land workers » during the lunch break. I loved it, just like the anchoyad on rainy days...

I see my grandfather generously spread his bread and feast. II had even converted the Italian harvesters during the harvest ...
 
« Poor man's sauce », as it was then called, did, yes, a whole meal. It was not on bread or on olive oil! I think I remember my grandparents adding cold water. The recipe in Provençal also mentions « d-oli-d-olivas and d-aiga ».
Even if the tapenade remains more common, it is served for an aperitif « chic and shock »,
(it is found in jars, like tapenade elsewhere, all prepared; I have seen them in our Varietal provençal markets, olive producers and other regional products).
Ttoro → it is evoked in a « Gazette » of May – See hebdo 121 « The bouillabaisse ».
And here's Maryse Laugier's recipe!
  • Writing Passadoc – Participants included:
    André Abbe
    François Abbe
    Claude Boyer
    Maryse Laugier
    Jeanne Monin
    Gisèle Penat-Lorde
    Jean-Paul Tinois

  • Layout
    Jeanne Monin

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