Chapitre 115: The wine from last year (1)

I spend the rest of the day with the villager girls. They show me how they stomp grapes, and they propose me joining them.

I look at the must with a grimace, and then I simply decline.

First of all, no matter how careful I am, my dress will turn bloody if I accept. Also, I don't really like getting dirty.

I just look from the side, curiously.

When a little girl offers me some food, I grab a bun from the platter. It's still warm and scented. And also, rather dark. I have never tried wholemeal flour.

Is the whiteness of the bread they cook in the palace kitchens really worth the long process to get the pure flour?

I bite the bun and moan at the taste.

They don't have olive oil here, so they use larch to fry the buns. The dough isn't as delicate as the one I'm used to, and I can sense the fibres of the wholemeal flour.