Harvest lunch in the hills

A lunch, not a dinner: it starts at one and ends when the light goes. I set it outside under the vine if you have one, in the kitchen if the mistral is up.

The daube is started the night before and finished in your kitchen, so the house smells of it by noon. It feeds twenty as easily as eight.

There is no plated dessert. The grapes go in the freezer at nine and come out at four, with a jug of verbena tea.