Remembrances of garden tomatoes ripening on our window sill came back to me while reading Raymond Blanc's memoir - I'd forgotten... I never did learn to taste dirt as a child. Perhaps I would be in the kitchen instead of at the drawing board if I had.
Altogether a warm and very personal look inside growing up in provincial France. And thusly how the joys of quotidienne French country life in a small village led to fine restaurants, glamour and excellent cuisine. Captivating!