
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck

Updated for life in modern Britain

While Katy’s parents are in town, we have babysitting! We made full use of it last Friday night to go have a late anniversary dinner at Le Petit Manoir. It’s a one-star Michelin restaurant that’s 5 minutes from our door. This might prove dangerous!
We got there early and were whisked to our table. We both decided on the Hunter’s menu, where each serving would be paired with a glass of wine selected by the chef.
Our meal started with a mise en bouche of sweet potato mousse with a smoked lard foam and small slices of roasted veal. Katy then had a venison Wellington-y sort of dish, with sauteed cabbage, pumpkin salad and juniper berries. For me, to cater for my allergies, the wellington was replaced with sauteed venison loin, with the same sides. Katy had a pheasant tartelette with mustard endives while I had wild duck foie gras. That was followed with a supreme of roast pigeon, with salsifi and a wild mushroom emulsion (THAT WAS TO DIE FOR!!!). The main course (!) was seared deer cubes with braised red cabbage and spaëtzle. We then had a cheese board, with some cracking cheeses (Katy discovered well-aged Gruyere and I discovered Livarot, as well as a blue cheese from St-Galle) paired with a beautiful Bordeaux. The meal was rounded off with coffee, sorbets and a platter of petits fours that Katy had to sacrifice herself and take on by herself. In the end, we were royally stuffed! It wasn’t cheap, but it was very, very, very good!
One of the more memorable moments of the evening was when another party came in with a huge dog. Nobody even batted an eye – which is fairly commonplace in Switzerland – and the dog was very well behaved and spent most of the meal under their table. The funny moment was when they asked for a bowl of water for the pooch, it was served in a fine bone china bowl on a plate :) At one point, the dog was wearing the tablecloth on its head like a nun’s headpiece. It was very cute.

So, if you’re in Morges and have the chance to go, I strongly recommend it.
I got this email in my work inbox this morning. I could read the words, but had no clue whatsoever as to what it actually meant. This is not an uncommon occurrence.
From: C,N,LAUSANNE,Systems Nutrition & Health Sent: vendredi 18 octobre 2013 07:43 To: RDDOR: All Users Subject: Cuchaule et moutarde de Bénichon Main caf building H Bon weekend et bonne Bénichon N
For future reference, cuchaule is a brioche with saffron from Fribourg. The “moutarde de Bénichon” is more of a spicy, savoury jam than a mustard and the Bénichon itself is a traditional harvest feast where everyone eats and drinks too much.
I know which one is quieter :)
I mean, seriously! All we seem to get are lewd innuendo and the occasional Muppet character!
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