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Published 2019
I remember the first time I enjoyed a bowl of mouclade charentaise. It was in a little shack style eatery in La Tremblade, near to where we used to live in SW France… it was just before the peak summer holiday season, so the restaurant was quiet, with just us and a few seagulls to enjoy the sunny weather and the estuary views. The moules arrived in a large, lidded enamel pot, with a bowl of crispy fried frites on the side, and a basket of bread. Lemon scented wipes were provided, and apart