Aioli de Morue

If you are ever driving through Provence and you see a banner draped across the village main street saying something such as Fête Campagnard: Grand Aioli Monstre, stop at once, go into the nearest bar and ask for a ticket. You will find yourself at long trestle tables in the village square, under the plane trees, with the town band thumping off key. Servants will bring you jugs of wine and huge bowls of garlic mayonnaise and salt cod. And the sky will be blue and clear and you will d