After 50 last years behind their furnaces, Roger Bourrelly and his Elise sister their secrecies between Provence and the Mediterranean deliver to us.
Soup of granddad Jean; Of the department of Var Petrel, bouquet of mixed green salad; Salad return of hunting; Sea-bream Flounder as a pissaladiere, Pot house way game, onion jam; Small stuffed with the summer and the winter; Bourride; Cod with the of Provence one; Feet and packages; Stew inhabitant of Avignon; Back of roasted wolf, artichokes with the barigoule; , Receipt Jugged Hare of our mother; Rabbles of young rabbit, sauce of the poor fellow; Biscotins of Aix; Shuttles; Farts of nun; The crown of the kings.
As Many authentic receipts offering the perfume of Provence between Avignon, VAr, plates of Luberon and banks of the Mediterranean. Roger lives with Fixed-Cabries between Aix and Marseilles where it has held the Bourrelly Inn for more than fifty years. Character of the culinary landscape of Provence, it sings here with his Elise sister high Provence colors like the watercolours of Laurence Marty.