2015 Programs at Camont

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Along with my new teaching kitchen, new version of this website is nearly finished, but I couldn’t wait any longer! Here are the dates for all programs- from an Introductory Kitchen Charcuterie to our 4 week long French Farmstead Butchery & Charcuterie for those wishing to start a business, discover whole hog farmstead charcuterie, or just understand the Old World traditions of seam butchery for charcuterie. There are also lots of Cooking-at-Camont days for those longing to learn how to make a true Cassoulet, master the easy all butter French pastry for tartes and tourtes, or just enjoy the gracious art de vivre at Camont’s terrace table. And to tempt the adventurous traveler, I am planning a couple Roadtrips as well: Mexico in March and Basquelandia in the April.

2015 Programs

  • April 29- Cooking at Camont-The Spring Sessions!
  • April 12- One week Introduction to Kitchen Charcuterie
  • April 19- Basquelandia Roadtrip- France & Spain
  • May 11- Savory Spoon Special Week in Gascony
  • May 24- One week Introduction to Kitchen Charcuterie
  • June 3, 17- Cooking at Camont- Summer Sessions
  • June 21-  One week Introduction to Kitchen Charcuterie- Special Chef’s Edition
  • July 1, 15 – Cooking at Camont- Summer Sessions
  • Aug 5- Cooking at Camont- Summer Sessions
  • Sept 7- 4 week French Farmstead Butchery & Charcuterie- Full
  • Oct 11-24 US Workshops: Chicago, Oklahoma City, Traverse City & Grrls Meat Camp Rendezvous
  • Nov 2- 4 week French Farmstead Butchery & Charcuterie- Full

Need to know more? Just write me a note or leave a comment here. Now, about that new website…  Stay tuned!



Rhubarb Strawberry Crumble for breakfast

IMG_6858The first rhubarb grown in my garden was cause for celebration this week. This is a new patch of ‘Frontyard Foraging Garden’ that was just started barely two years ago when Jill L. came for a gardening internship at Camont.  So since it had already started flowering- see that gnarly bud above? I think I’ll pickle it. Has anyone done this with the flower?


So, once chopped, I had about 2 cups of stalks. I also had a couple cups of the best strawberries in the world from the neighboring berry farm. 


Mixed together and sprinkled with raw sugar, they start to give their juices, tout de suite!


I remembered to add a tablespoon of cornstarch to the mixed, sugared fruit.



Put in a small cake pan, I topped the fruit with a mix of oats, flour, some sugar and melted butter- about a cup of each.


Bake in a hot oven until browned and bubbling.


Now the best part- eat for breakfast, piping hot with cream or yogurt. The best garden breakfast from Camont!IMG_9485

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First Local Berries!

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These lovely berries are with me all year long in my kitchen at Camont. They are a reminder of the good things to come in the middle of a long winter. They are a reminder of how fleeting a season can be; how brief the sun turns around my garden. Today, torn between the cold blustery wind and the warming strong sun, I am content to wait to place the new seeds in the ground. Just another few days to let the soil warm up. Just another few nights of rain to prepare the earth. Actually, I am enjoying the cleaned bare earth, the dark brown beds and the visible squares from my office window. maybe one more day before I plant those strawberries…


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A French Spring: where summer food begins

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The first time I drove into the Lot-et-Garonne department, it was the Spring of 1988. It was snowing. I was driving into a sunny snow storm on the Canal de Garonne.  I remember masses of purple wisteria wired to stone walls, draped over pergolas and woven onto iron fences competing with a thousand tidy orchards exploding with blossom.  Growing up in Hawaii and Southern California, I had a seasonally deprived childhood. I didn’t see my first daffodil until I was in my 20’s and never had a garden planted from seeds and stolen shoots. No wonder that I continue to be amazed at what springs out of dead looking branches and against old stone walls. Since that first French Spring, there have been many other memorable March days with hail, sun and rain- all within the same day. We call it Les Giboulees de Mars- when the wind roars around all 360 degrees and the sun shoves the clouds away. Anything can happen now. And now, so many years later, I still marvel at the explosion of color and weather of this four season paradise- Gascony.

The orchards and fields in this old river basin are sowed and planted, terraced and treed, and dotted with old stone farmhouses claiming small plots of garden. My neighbor’s lemon trees have come out into the sun from their winter shelter in the barn; a beautifully trained wisteria down the road is ready to burst into lilac bunches; a scattering of soapwort rises pink and pretty at the corner of the lane. Camont sports it’s share of color this week, too and wears it proudly like a banner announcing what’s to come.

spring table flowersFrom my new kitchen window at Camont I see forsythia yellow and peach pink, acid green of the willows leafing out and a million paper white petals of the many wild plums trees along the canal. It’s not all pretty flowers though and these are Food Stories, right? So I pluck a handful of blossoms to bring inside, take some of the prunings for a vase, and start plotting the plantings of raspberry, pomegranate and other fruiting bushes I am using to fill in a new ‘foresty’ garden area. (inspired by the King of Forest Gardening Robert Hart) Of course, I see the sprigs of pink and white blossoms first, but I quickly jump to what comes next. At Camont, the most beautiful first tree to sprout deep pink flowers is the actually the last to harvest. It’s is a blood-red peach- a pêche de vigne-  and I can already taste the bright deep stain running down my September chin. When I planted that tree many years ago, I couldn’t imagine the joy of anticipation its pretty flowers would bring. This is the point of ‘frontyard foraging’- plant it now; you’ll be foraging your own yard soon enough.


It’s a little ritual to wait. Wait to see the next harvest before I use the last of the old. So now I can take the last jars of red peach jam to spread over a goat cheese tartlette or use the deep red cocktail syrup in a Gascon tribute to spring- a Giboulée de Mars Inspired by last month’s cocktail shaker, Sean Richardson, and good friend and a Smarter and Fitter Smoothie Master, Monica Shaw, I whipped up a ‘cocktail smoothie’ to celebrate this delicious equinoctial moment and all the good food to grow, forage and discover outside my kitchen doors.


Giboulée de Mars- a Cocktail Smoothie for Spring

  • 1 banana
  • 1 cup farm fresh yogurt
  • large soup spoon of homemade pêche de vigne jam or other summer fruit confiture (raspberry, peach, apricot…)
  • several ice cubes broken up in smaller pieces
  • one cup of fresh grapes or grape juice, water, or other liquid
  • a shot of honeysuckle liquor, framboise or other fruit alcohol.

Blend and drink!

Now when I look into my potager garden beds–moved closer last year to the kitchen terrace in a mosaic of metal rimmed squares– and I am hankering to see everything blooming and budding, I remember that first French Spring snow storm. Although it might be the first days of Spring, anything can happen. So patience is the word for the rest of this month. A little extra planning now, will result in a lot more productivity later. This is where my Food Stories from Gascony begin. Remember, flowers = fruit.

For more about Pêche de Vigne and planting your garden read these Spring posts:


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Basque encounters of a ham kind


Driving across the Landes forest southwest from Camont and towards the Pyrenees, is a lesson in patience. I am in a hurry to leave our Camont cocoon, get in the van and start the day driving south. I know that once I pass the kilometers of scraggy maritime pines and sandy fern littered forest floor, I’ll start to get glimpses of mountain clouds, snow-licked peaks, and green pastures. Late leaving, late driving and smothered in fog as we leave the Garonne River Valley, I try to explain to my colleagues and students why we are driving so far… to eat more charcuterie. IMG_7670

I tell a few tales of Basque friends- a California pig breeder perched on the side of a mountain near the pilgrim’s trail raising her family and making cheese; a passionate charcutier who weaves magic with his salt and air spells; a group of small producers who banded together to build a state of the art small processing plant minutes from their mountain valley homes. I try to describe the small Basque auberge in a tiny village where we’ll stay and only end up dithering about church bells answering the sound track of cowbells from the pastures across the valley. I forget to say that that our rooms are large, new, clean and have great views from the balconies.



The roads that led me here originally are washed over with layers of other memories and jumbled with trips with friends, family or previous students. This trip is the only one that counts now. And I am anxious to get to the end of the road; a road that leads up and up over a mountain top, across a prehistoric path, and back into time. The skies are hazy all afternoon and as we enter the Vallee des Aldudes; smoke streams from the millennial tradition of écobuage or controlled burns as far as we can see and the mountains remain elusive. Where is the foehn effect? That warm dry fresh blowing breeze that helps create this a world class ham growing area. Here, in open air ventilated chambers like this one at Eric Ospital’s Hasparren site, special hams are hanging in white cloth bags for 18-36 months ripening to the temperate breezes and gentle temperature fluctuations.IMG_9248

From mountain pig to salt springs, the drying winds and historic fairs, ham is written across the hills as pigs have crushed chestnuts and turned up brambles. Medieval liturgy dictated curing and aging times and stone sculptures ring the porticos of area cathedrals.  A leftover hospitality to pilgrim and patron alike insures that when we are invited in to the home of one Basque pig producer, we are fed soft shards of nutty ham and slices of chewy saucisson. We never get hungry here. This is along the Chemin de St. Jacques de Compostello and we are following in old footprints. We made new friends, we cemented old friendships and we celebrated the successful completion of 2 student’s own paths to discover their salty futures.


My students have been building up to this all month- they have watched, made, and tasted dozens of good farmstead products working alongside the Chapolard family and in our teaching kitchen at Camont. Now they are seeing out in a new world, how charcuterie–French farmstead charcuterie– rules an entire land. We meet the ham kings, the pig saviors, the community chefs that elevated the work of the land to celestial standing. IMG_9251_2

The wealth of ham–Ibaiona, Jambon de Bayonne, Jambon de Kintoa– leaves a salty impression on us all. The appreciation for the days and weeks and months of work that lead to a quality product that takes over 3 years old to produce is cemented forever in my brain as we hear over and over again about the need for the best raw material, the attention to detail, and the need for patience- patience to let time work its magic. IMG_9254_2

So I am back to the P word again- patience. I realize that after all the times I have visited Eric Ospital’s ham cave, I never seen these hams removed for sale. I have photographed them barely swinging in the foehn wind from their chains, draped like ghosts in their fine white shrouds, and waxed with lard and flour to keep them from drying too fast. This was the first time I had seen them removed from their place of patience and readied for delivery. How many other edible products need so much time and attention, space and patience before we place a thin slice on our tongues and whisper reverently? Oh, jambon…




For more information about eating ham and traveling through the Basque Lands with me- http://www.kitchen-at-camont.com/course/basquelandia-road-trip/


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Saucisse de Couenne- pork rind sausage



“Everything but the oink.” Nothing goes to waste on a pig. Of all the nose-to-tail recipes I love, from Fergus Henderson’s slow-braised pork belly to Michel Dussau’s Brioche de Boudin Noir et Pomme, I love the fat and simple pork rind sausages that stud my cassoulets and deliver an extra flavor and texture bomb to braised cabbage, sage-infused beans and my own poule-au-pot.

The Recipe for Saucisse de Couenne

Ingredients: for every kilo of mixture use 1/3 rind to 2/3 meat

330 g fresh pork rind (cooked and chilled*)

     *To prepare the rind, cut into long strips about 5 cm wide, scrape off all the fat, roll loosely, tie with a string. Cook in clear water for 2-3 hours. Remove from liquid and let cool. (I threw in 500 grs. or a pound of dried beans with these and let them cook a the same time.)

660gr freshly minced pork (lean meat and belly)

17 gr salt 

6 gr freshly ground black pepper (this is a flavorful peppery amount- reduce to 4 gr if you are scared of pepper)


  • one large bunch parsley
  • chopped chives and green onions


  • small glass of white wine
  • generous pinch quatre épice

Grind the cooled, cooked rind and meat on a small hole (6mm) plate.

Add salt and pepper.

Add seasoning.

Mix well and stuff in thick casings (saucisson- 50mm); tie well on both ends. Let set overnight (24-2=48 hours)

Poach in water 15 minutes or confit in fat over a low flame- for 30 minutes.

Serve with lentilles du puy, beans or greens.

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Rainy Market at Nerac

RAINY MARKET NERACBuy that brightly colored umbrella, please, so that I might share in the dancing parade of rainy day markets. Stop and gossip under the drips that water the fields and orchards along the hillsides of Nerac. Roll those carts over my toes and let me celebrate your heavy bounty of good local food.


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J’adore la poule au pot authentique et naturelle, telle que le bon sens gascon l’a créée. La poule au pot n’est pas sophistiquée, elle est unique.

Maire-Claude Soubiron Gracia Rey