Ox Heart Brochettes

Throughout Provence in the summer months you will see Café terraces crammed with folk merrily munching morsels from thin pieces of wire. A middle-aged man with a tea towel tucked into his Levis to cover his corpulent stomach will be perspiring patiently as he stands before the intense heat of a rusty steel contraption with a crooked chimney bellowing smoke into the purple night. A small boy, his son, will dart sure-footed between the crowded tables answering the hungry call ‘Encore une douz