It was September 2009 and we were in Salers with our friends Evelyn, Lewis, and Linda.
We had arrived the day before and were staying in a gîte rural in a village just a few minutes' drive south of Salers, which is one of Les Plus Beaux Villages de France.
The gîte we stayed in was a huge old stone house with a couple of bathrooms, three (or was it four?) bedrooms, a big kitchen, and an enormous dining room — more about that later.
I hope it's not presumptuous of me to ask you all to supply your own commentary this morning.
I don't have time. I want to make a batch of hamburger buns. I also need to hang a big load of wet laundry out on the outdoor clothesline to dry, partly because it's supposed to be a hot, sunny day.
And I have a cooked lamb shoulder in the slow-cooker that I need to take out and make into "pulled lamb" — that's Kentucky-style lamb barbecue. That's what the buns are for.