While everyone else is shelling out 30 euros for un brunch, we’ve developed a Sunday morning tradition of our own. Mon mari and I wake up at noon, have a coffee, take the granny cart to the market and pick up some fixings for our Sunday sauerkraut lunch. I leave mon mari to pick out the porky add-ons, a smoky morteau sausage and thick-cut bacon for two. I do not think we are the only ones either. Each butcher at the market has a steaming vat of choucroute, often disappearing before we late risers arrive. High-energy food for a low-energy afternoon.
P.S. By the way, sauerkraut with fish is a surf and turf revelation!
P.P.S. Find my illustrations on my friend Meg’s blog here.
P.P.P.S. This illustration was made with my new Paper application for the ipad.
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