Sunday lunch

Having spent most of the weekend recovering from Friday night's alcoholic intake (and trying to work out how I achieved the spectacular purple speckly 3 inch bruise and lump on the top of my leg; I do know how my fingers were crushed - C. trod on them when I fell over on the way to Stratford station) I craved a nostalgic lunch from my students days in France.

Saucisson sec, pâté de campagne and mozzarella, tomato and basil salad with fresh bread.