Tranche de foie gras, coing, échalottes

I’ve written before of my relationship with my grandparents because they were such an influential part of my childhood and many of my happiest memories come from helping on their farm. They lived in a small village called Saint Puy, about 90km (55 miles) north of where I was born, and I would visit them on weekends and during the school holidays. For a young boy like me, life on the farm was paradise. There was the annual harvest, with its excitement and commotion – the ox-drawn reapers and