Bear with me, I will eventually get to the point …
I think I was 13 when we went on a family holiday that summer, driving through France down to the Alps. We were on our way to stay with the family of a student who had come to stay with us, in Norfolk for a few weeks.
Her name was Violaine and she was 17, several years older than my sisters and me. She was very gracious and kind, and I now look back in something like awe as to how she so quickly settled into our family for the time she was with us.
We must have done something right too - as after her stay when she returned to France, my parents one day received a letter from her parents. It said thank you for making her at home and taking care of her, and extended an offer for our family to visit theirs.
I think it was the very next summer we set off on this trip, and it was an amazing trip. Not just that we were to stay with Violaine’s family and go to the Alps.
But also that we were going to travel down through France, to drive over several days, staying in B&Bs and small hotels.
Oh my goodness this was so so exciting! We had been to France before for holidays and loved it - but always camping (which I still love).
Staying in B&B’s was not something we really did as a family and was something I’d always kind of thought out of our budget, to be honest.
So this was exciting!
Anyway, I could talk / write lots (and lots and lots) more about that holiday.
The driving, the picnic lunches, the food, the things I learned, the cowbells in the summertime Alps, the lake swimming, the piece of dark chocolate eaten with a piece of baguette, the incredible thunder and lightning storms …
But for now, I take my mind back to a restaurant, in Lyon, I believe.
Another internal SQUEAL - restaurants were SO exciting! And unexpected! And incredible!
ANYWAY.
Apparently, in France, in Lyon, it was normal for a prix fixe menu (fixed price two courses, or maybe three) to include a starter of Globe Artichoke with Vinaigrette. It seemed the height of food luxury to me.
And so my 13-year-old-heart was won over.
I chose it immediately - without even really knowing what it was - and I think it may have started my lifelong love of ‘activity food’. You know, food that you have to physically engage with.
Snails, mussels, oysters, samphire, that sort of thing - anything you have to get involved with, really.
Fast forward from 1983 (or something like that) to today (well, a few weeks ago from today) and I saw a globe artichoke and HAD to buy it and HAD to find out how to cook it for myself for the very first time I’ve ever cooked one.
It was so, so good.
So good I called my dad to see if he remembered Globe Artichoke Day that is such an important date/memory for me and he did! He hadn’t remembered that it was Lyon but he knew exactly what I was talking about and commented that I had always been quite open about my food choices and keen to experiment.
I loved it so much I just wanted to get another and try it again.
And so I did.