James C. has been on the road:
Ah, at last I was able to personally visit la Maison Ferber in Niedermorschwihr! I couldn’t believe the variety of wonderful stuff in her shop—I spent half an hour browsing and salivating before I even got to her confitures. The wonder-woman makes everything, even pottery.
As it was 8am, I skipped a lot of delicious pâtés and pies and such, settling for some crusty bread, local cheese (I chose Munster), confiture (fraises mara des bois d’Alsace; there were at least 50 varieties, so unable to decide, I just randomly grabbed one for €6.50), and one of her wonderful quiches.
I had plans to sit in the village and get a VFYT while eating, but I chickened out. The village was so idyllic but not touristy at all. The only place open besides a bakery and cafe was Mme Ferber’s. Locals were going about their business, chatting with their neighbors. It felt too…sacred for me to spoil it by snapping photos. So I ate the quiche and cheese and drove just a few miles away to the Munster Valley, where for lunch I cracked open the confiture and greatly enjoyed a bag of easily obtainable raw milk (Vive la France!).
Vive la France, dans les siècles des siècles! And vive M. James C. — la Maison Ferber is a foodie temple. She makes the world’s best confiture. Here is another photo of his lunch:
We just returned from the Paschal liturgy, and the feast afterward. Nothing says Christ est résusscité en la Louisiane like boudin with Champagne!
Happy birthday, James C.! And a blessed Pascha to all of you!