The perfect baguette

The vote is in and experts have judged a little boulangerie in the village of Cardaillac as winner in the "Perfect Baguette" category.  

Congratulations!

OK the experts are Aggie and I, but don't let that put you off as we are true professionals in the field, having eaten a lot of baguettes over the years and all.

Cardaillac is a 2.5km walk from Fourmagnac - uphill on the way there and a downhill roll on the way back.  Just how we like it.

We'd been told this boulangerie was very good but to get there before noon as they sell out quickly.

This fitted in so well with our day as we'd breakfast at home, stop for a cafe creme at Le Chardon Cafe, grab a baguette and then head home.  Worked well until Le Chardon closed - we were shattered.  I'll leave it at that as it's still a little raw and I don't want to talk about it.

With the goods safely tucked away in the bag we headed back to Fourmagnac for a lovely lunch in our backyard.

Time for our picnic at the Lookout which is only a hop, skip and a jump up our driveway.

What a perfect day for it.  The sun's shining, the birds are singing, and as the church bell strikes 1pm it's time to pop that cork.

 Oh Cardalliac baguette you truly delivered.  The crunchiest of crusts with a lovely soft centre nearly made our eyes roll back in our heads, and knowing there'd be no belly ache afterwards just made us adore you even more.  

Each time we'd bite into the crust we'd get the giggles as the crunch seemed to echo, even above the noise of our neighbour's tractor in the distance.  We're not noisy eaters by any means, but the crust really was that crunchy!

The bar has been set and it's up there. x