Food. In France.

There's been a cheeky assertion that we may be having trouble containing ourselves at the  markets: the suggestion, in fact, that we might need to

"fess-up about possibly going a wee bit over the top in the market - bringing      home the just-a-little-excess=to-requirements of that certain something. We're only concerned coz we know that you're still sans dehydrating, pressure cooking/canning and preserving equipment. (That dear Sylvie - she sure has managed your excesses over the years) "

          Well, really! We are totally masters of ourselves.

except for stuff like this

and this

and, well, this...

Truly, other than that - and the bread, of course - we're fine.

Oh - and except for the Gigondas...