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== About the story of the Dish== | == About the story of the Dish== | ||
[[File:LentillesduPuy.jpg|thumb|A pack of green lentils of Le Puy]] | [[File:LentillesduPuy.jpg|thumb|A pack of green lentils of Le Puy]] | ||
“Every August the Lentils festival takes place in the French region of the Velay. We are in 1998 and I am seven… | |||
After being served a plate of “<i>velouté de lentilles</i>”, everyone gathers around a small arena surrounded by tiny houses. At the center of the arena, a terrified rabbit looks at the surrounding crowd… everyone shouts: “go to number 50!”, “no, 22!”, “7!” holding in their hands a piece of paper with a number corresponding to one of the tiny houses. The rabbit runs and quickly hides in one of the houses. “70!” shouts the referee. Silence, no one seems to be claiming the prize. The man next to me looks at the paper in my hands, looks at me: “It’s yours, boy! The rabbit is yours!”<br> | After being served a plate of “<i>velouté de lentilles</i>”, everyone gathers around a small arena surrounded by tiny houses. At the center of the arena, a terrified rabbit looks at the surrounding crowd… everyone shouts: “go to number 50!”, “no, 22!”, “7!” holding in their hands a piece of paper with a number corresponding to one of the tiny houses. The rabbit runs and quickly hides in one of the houses. “70!” shouts the referee. Silence, no one seems to be claiming the prize. The man next to me looks at the paper in my hands, looks at me: “It’s yours, boy! The rabbit is yours!”<br> | ||
Of course, I could not keep the rabbit so my grandparents brought it to our neighboring farmer, Madame Brun. That’s how I was introduced to Estelle, Madame Brun’s granddaughter, who was the only kid my age in this mountainous village of seventeen souls. I had at least a friend and we would spend the rest of these holidays, and the following ones, together. | Of course, I could not keep the rabbit so my grandparents brought it to our neighboring farmer, Madame Brun. That’s how I was introduced to Estelle, Madame Brun’s granddaughter, who was the only kid my age in this mountainous village of seventeen souls. I had at least a friend and we would spend the rest of these holidays, and the following ones, together. | ||
Many years passed, and while I was ordering a plate of “<i>velouté de lentilles</i>” during holidays in the Velay, a girl of my age approaches: Estelle! We laugh about the rabbit story and her father joins us. I notice his polo shirt, silver watch and shiny leather shoes. I’m surprised, so I ask him how the farm is doing. “Pretty well I’d say! You know, what you’re eating right now are not <i>Puy lentils</i> but <i>Berry lentils</i>… Since Kate Middleton wrote on her Facebook page that her son George loves <i>Puy lentils</i> at school, we can’t get our hands on it! People come all the way from Australia to make their best offer for my next harvest!” Cautious, I taste a spoon of this <i>Berry lentils</i>, the father looks at me and adds “You know what? Don’t tell anyone but I actually think they’re even better! | Many years passed, and while I was ordering a plate of “<i>velouté de lentilles</i>” during holidays in the Velay, a girl of my age approaches: Estelle! We laugh about the rabbit story and her father joins us. I notice his polo shirt, silver watch and shiny leather shoes. I’m surprised, so I ask him how the farm is doing. “Pretty well I’d say! You know, what you’re eating right now are not <i>Puy lentils</i> but <i>Berry lentils</i>… Since Kate Middleton wrote on her Facebook page that her son George loves <i>Puy lentils</i> at school, we can’t get our hands on it! People come all the way from Australia to make their best offer for my next harvest!” Cautious, I taste a spoon of this <i>Berry lentils</i>, the father looks at me and adds “You know what? Don’t tell anyone but I actually think they’re even better!”” | ||
== The recipe == | == The recipe == | ||