“More than a recipe, it's the taste of cooking and good things that Nanou gave me. As a child, entering his large kitchen while preparing meals gave me the impression that I was in a place where magical things were going to happen. My grandmother seemed very serious at the time. This cuisine was her domain, where she reigned unconditionally. My sister and I could only intervene with her permission and under her watchful but attentive gaze. She did not miss any market where she went to her “friends”, producers in the village or in the area. Her vegetable garden provided her with the fruits and vegetables she needed for her strawberry jams, for her rhubarb pies, or her sorrel sauce. I can still remember picking tomatoes there with her. It was especially necessary to do it just before the meal to serve them, still lukewarm by the heat of the sun, with just a little bit of olive oil. Preparing meals seemed like it could take him hours filling the house with good smells. It was then necessary to gather the whole family scattered in this big house. I still remember the andouillettes in Chablis sauce, beef tongues with pickles, stuffed quails, cherry clafoutis, bugnes that Nanou lovingly prepared for us every vacation. Today, when I come to see my grandparents, I take a seat in this kitchen to make them discover my culinary universe in turn.” - Louis