Moutarde et cornichons

I have a confession to make. I am guilty of eating cornichons and mustard in bed. This is about the most piggish thing I think one could do, and yet allow me to profer an excuse: yesterday was bad and freezing and drizzly, and when I came back to the Foyer last night, I vegged out. If you have never had cornichons and dijon mustard in France, this is a must-try. Eating them in bed is optional.

This week's highlights: eating roast hen, cooked in a pot over a chimney fire, at an old abattoir-turned-home in St. Cornier-des-Landes (thank you, Frédérique!), meeting with the Amnesty group in Flers, discovering the deliciousness that is chouquettes, cooking my very first "galette" at home (roquette/emmenthal/egg/crême fraîche...mmm), going to Caen on Wednesday to begin my year of research at the IMEC (thank you, Angélique!), finally getting a phone (BlackBerry, as always), seeing a couple of sunrises, meeting Danielle (another American assistant in Flers), going to market, pains au chocolat, and one particularly divine éclair. Some pictures here, and an album below:

Market purchases, with a few labels (click on the photo to enlarge it):

Enjoying a crêpe this morning in the market:

Link to the rest of the album here, because embedding isn't working today, for some reason.