What do most people think of when you say mention France and breakfast in the same sentence? Buttery croissants fresh from the local baker's? Steaming hot coffee? Tripe maybe?
Recently it was the local Vide Grenier (Boot Fair) at Vassy, a small town a few kilometres from here. It's a pretty big affair with the 150 sellers expected and the town centre shut to vehicular traffic for the day. As well as perusing the tables of wares dragged from the depths of people's cellars, sheds and lofts, between 7.30am and 10.30am you can also have a traditional Normandy breakfast if you want. But forget croissants. This is what is on offer:
|Tripe à la mode de Caen - photo with permission from Yun Huang Yong|
Tripe à la mode de Caen is a traditional Normandy dish served at many an event breakfast. Cow's intestine in a rich tomato sauce. Hmmmm, I could manage the coffee and the apple tart but tripe and chips plus wine are, for my English taste buds, one culinary step too far.
What's the weirdest thing you've eaten for breakfast ... and would you tuck into tripe?