Firstly some
background on Bresse Chickens with credit to Wikipedia….
The Bresse
is a breed of chicken
originating from the Bresse
area of the Rhône-Alpes
region of France.
The birds are highly valued for their gamey
depth of flavour, yet with fine, tender flesh and delicious, clean-flowing fat.
Roughly 1.2 million are raised annually, but such is the demand inside France
that few birds make it out of the country.
The most typical examples, known as Bény,
have a distinctive red crown, white feathers and blue feet, making up the
colours of the French flag, making it an ideal national mascot.
Poulet de Bresse are reared to exacting
standards by small farms in a small designated area around the city, protected
under French and European law (Appellation
d’origine contrôlée) since 1957 - the first livestock to be
granted such protection. AOC status was granted based on the unique
characteristics of flavour given by local soil and grain, as well as the
dedication of the local farmer's association to protecting quality. For
example, stocks are limited by the size of the farm - with a minimum allocation
of ten square meters for each bird.
Hopefully that will help to explain why we
were fascinated to try one…we’ve been buying ‘poulet fermier’ mostly (a local
farmers chicken that is raised organically in lots of space and very tasty and
slightly more expensive although still very affordable) but having heard so
much about the famous ‘Bresse chicken’ (one of Hestor Blumenthal’s favourites
apparently), we found a lovely butchers and proudly asked for a Bresse
Chicken. We were presented with a lovely
looking chicken with crown and head intact (I can confirm the red crown and
white feathers) and feet still attached (I can confirm blue feet) – the lovely
man asked if I wanted them to which I must have made a face as he laughed and
discarded them and then asked if I wanted the giblets to which I of course said
yes (I know better than to turn giblets down in France – don’t wish to be totally
frowned upon!) and so he proceeded to cut them out as they were of course still
attached – he asked if I wanted them back inside the bird or on the side and if
I’d like him to tie the bird up for roasting…….well as you can imagine all this
took some time and we were totally sold on the bird at this point and as he or
she had been so totally personalized there was no going back. And then we were presented with the bill –
CHF 77.50 for a bird weighing 1.8 kg (less than 3.5lbs) – we were both
absolutely stunned and a little horrified but to our credit (or perhaps proving
our stupidity) we played it cool and smiled and thanked the man, paid for the
bird and left (never to return).
We are
having this tomorrow and although it’s bound to be a one off experience we are
both actually quite excited to be trying our first Bresse chicken and feel that
it’s money well spent on research – after all if they’re that good, perhaps
it’s a breed that we can one day raise in France!
Tony will be
heading back home to France on Monday so next week may be a little touch and go
as we get used to not being with each other – it’ll be tough especially after
spending the past 4 ½ months literally living in each others pockets! But we’re both very happy with Geneva, I’m
enjoying my job (hope they’re enjoying me!) and we think the next few months
will be the toughest as we work out the logistics but if we can limp through to
the New Year (preferably limping with a few visits and the odd snowboarding
trip in between) we think we’ll have it worked out by then and hopefully Tony
will be getting happily stuck in to the renovations and improvements ‘chez
nous’ in France.
I shall
leave you with a few photos – we had a day off on Thursday to celebrate Jeune
Genevoise which apparently is where people from Geneva used to fast – not being
from Geneva we didn’t think it important that we should fast and so we popped
over to France for lunch – a beautiful town called Yvoire just 40 minutes away
and sitting on Lake Geneva (or Lac Leman for us locals!). Quite a treat as you can imagine to have a
bank holiday on only my second week of work!
With love to
all – a bientot!