Who said camping has to be hard ground, twisted sleeping bags and Knorr’s instant pasta dishes? Here’s a recipe for gourmet camping in Burgundy.
Wednesday 10 August 2011
I’ve just scoffed a goose terrine and a fine bottle of Burgundy. In this version of fine dining, there are no snooty waiters, no starched table cloths – in fact no table at all – and no cutlery, glasses or any other standard accoutrement associated with such delicacies.
Ingredients for this dining experience:
-one Swiss Army knife
-one artisanal terrine from the region around Auxerre
-one bottle of reasonably priced Henry de Vézelay Pinot Noir 2009
-one fresh baguette
-optional chair, plate, cherry tomatoes, local cheese
-mating frog calls
-water feature (open spillway)
-shopping itinerary: if the ‘travelling salesman’ algorithm can’t be used to plan an efficient route for visiting cellars and towns in Burgundy, then I suggest you head south for about an hour, taking in recommended sites, then do the same in the easterly, northerly and westerly directions until back to base. You should also:
-take time to visit artisanal shops with local produce (tell them the wines you bought or ask for recommendations on wines to accompany your terrine/cake/cheese, etc.)
-key to the preparations is the right mental state: make sure you are both tired and hungry as hell (I went on a two-hour bike ride around the nearby vineyards and back roads, taking in the terroir, you could say, before visiting the cellars
-back at the campsite: open the bottle and then go and have a shower to wash off the road and freshen up. By the time you’re back, the wine is ready for drinking
-open your jar of goose/rabbit/duck/pork … terrine
-wash it back with a gulp of Burgundy from your mug
-repeat above step (perhaps adding a cherry tomato or two to lighten the meatiness if you can’t handle it) until you feel totally stuffed and satisfied with life!
-a handful of mixed unsalted nuts, dried fruit and broken pieces of plain chocolate
Then all you need to do is rinse the cup, wipe the knife and crash in your (wonderfully spinning) tent