Georges and I were just saying to each other that we're eating way too much on this vacation. You're about to discover why. We arrived in Saint Raphael in time for lunch on Christmas Eve afternoon. We tried to "eat light" for that meal (huh) because we knew what was coming that evening. In this family, Christmas Eve is when the big event takes place, including opening all the gifts, so the dinner is a very big deal. Plus, this IS France, where food reigns supreme. This was our first course at Christmas dinner, to go with the champagne: a caviar-substitute (the real deal costs a fortune) and assorted spreads on "toasts". Oh, and there was foie gras, too (California doesn't know what it's missing). Personally, I could have stopped right after this course and been totally fine for the rest of the evening. But we followed that up with capons in a lovely mushroom cream sauce. Then there was the usual bûche de Noël and the traditional (in Provence) "13 desserts" which is mainly a plate with 13 different little dried fruits and things (and you can't put chocolate on it, it doesn't "count" according to Georges). The next...
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