Serves 2
Creamed spinach
Autumn
When I was younger we used to take the occasional summer holiday in southern France. I remember the long, hot drive, in the old Citroen CX. My brother, sister and I would all go to sleep in the boot. We’d stay in our dear friend Peter’s house, just south of Cahors. The food was simple there – bread, cheese, saucisson, some duck cooked on the fire, lentils and such. It was on one of these trips that I first tasted creamed spinach. We’d stopped at Le Moulin de l’Abbaye in Brantôme. I’d never eaten anything quite like it before; it made me so happy I was allowed to order another serving.