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You can eat all of the pig … but you might want to find out how it was farmed

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Here’s looking at you – a Duroc pig grazing in the Jura Photo: Les Meilleurs cochons du monde

Don’t turn up your nose at fromage de tête, more widely available in France than in Britain or, I imagine, the US, but still a traditional dish wherever people eat pork.

Fromage de tête on display in a butcher’s shop in Dole Photo: Tony Cross

« You can eat all of a pig but its squeal.” (I was sure that we used to say “You can eat all of a pig but its whistle,” but can find no evidence to confirm this conviction.) I imagine every pork-eating culture has a similar old saw, the French version is “Tout est bon dans le cochon,” which is less colourful than the English version but does have the advantage of rhyming.

Use your head

A farmer in Georgia (the country, not the US state) sells his pig by the side of the road Photo: Tony Cross

The major challenge after you’ve butchered your pig, fed the genitals to the dogs and saved the blood for black pudding, is surely what to do with the head.

You can salt the ears. They were on sale, along with the tails and trotters, on Portuguese stalls when I used to shop at Champigny market. If your Italian, you can cure the cheeks to make guanciale. Some tripiers (butchers who specialise in offal, who are more common in the cities than around here, strangely) sell pigs’ brains, a dish that is definitely not for the squeamish or those concerned about their cholesterol level. But why not use the whole damn thing?

Well, you can if you make fromage de tête. This is far from being an exclusively French recipe, the English version sometimes being referred to as head cheese but more usually called brawn.

But, given that English-speaking culture feels it necessary to change the name of the animal when it is prepared for the table, dishes that ostentatiously declare what part of the body they are composed of face a certain amount of food-prudery.

Produce on sale at L’atelier du charcutier, which also does an excellent pig’s head sausage Photo: Tony Cross

Not so in France, where fromage de tête is sold by all self-respecting charcutiers and freely available in supermarkets.

I’m pretty sure that one of France’s favourite films, Les Tontons flingeurs, has a scene where Jean Gabin, as a senior gangster, shows a colleague how to prepare the dish, combining, as I remember it, folksiness and menace. I can’t find a clip of it, however, so here’s a video of how to prepare fromage de tête the French way. Apparently there are regional variations regarding what herbs to use and whether to add juniper berries – common in eastern France, it seems.

Recipes, with or without video, are available in English should you feel motivated to make your own brawn.

Cut out waste and boost your vitamins

British cuts of pig, from Mrs Beaton’s All About Cookery 1970 edition. A guide to cutting up a pig the French way can be seen here

One good reason to tuck into a pig’s head is to reduce waste. In France nearly four million tonnes of edible foodstuffs are thrown away every year and, even here, much of that is caused by items discarded for “aesthetic” reasons.

Another reason, advanced by nose-to-tail eating advocates, is that, having killed an animal for food, it’s only courtesy to eat it in its entirety. Plus the dish is rich in vitamins and potassium.

As with tête de veau (calf’s head), you have to like the gelatinous to appreciate fromage de tête. The texture makes a fine contrast with nice, crunchy pickles.

Factory-farms of 20,000 pigs

Conscientious carnivores should, however, pay attention to where their pork products come from.

Animal rights campaigners have brought to light several scandals concerning conditions in slaughter-houses and pig farms, for example the farm that was recently fined a modest amount by a court in Châlons-en-Champagne for brutal practices, including castration without anaesthetic, killing potentially unprofitable piglets by bashing their brains out on the ground, removing tails and teeth with pliers, and failing to treat animals with abscesses and hernias .

These abuses are generally found on industrial-scale farms that raise thousands of pigs to supply supermarkets. The farm that found itself in court, thanks to the campaign group L214, was raising 20,000 pigs.

Every now and then fires break out in these food factories. On New Year’s Day this year 1,032 pigs were roasted alive when just one of three sheds in a farm near Béthune in northern France caught fire.

Last year L214 filed legal complaints alleging “structural cruelty” against farms supplying the ELeclerc chain of supermarkets and accused two suppliers of Lidl of “flagrant breaches of regulations” in 2024.

These outfits were in Brittany, the epicentre of industrial pork production in France. The region produces 56% of the country’s pork, that’s 1,258 million tonnes, in 5,166 farms. The trade is worth 2.3 billion euros a year. There are only 100 organic farms there. In the Côtes d’Armor département there are four pigs for every human.

According to the Welfarm campaign, 95% of France’s pigs are raised in intensive farming, crowded into bare sties and prevented from going to feed in the open air. Sixty per cent are concentrated in just three per cent of farms, according to Greenpeace, which points out the massive pollution and health risks they are responsible for.

Admittedly no French producer has reached the heights attained by the Chinese establishment that was reported to be raising 650,000 pigs in a 26 storey-building near Wuhan.

However the agribusiness lobby is powerful in France. Critics of the hyperactive “farmers’ union”, the FNSEA, point out that its president, Arnaud Rousseau, spends little time ploughing furrows or feeding livestock, being the chairman of the agro-industrial group Avril and on the boards of several other companies. He claims there is no intensive animal farming in France.

Rousseau’s deputy, Jérôme Despey, chairs the organisation that runs the Salon de l’agriculture, the much-publicised annual event in Paris where the sitting president and lesser politicians feign an interest in prize bulls in front of the TV cameras.

Ethical(ish) eating is possible

Free-range pigs enjoy the Jura weather Photo: Les Meilleurs cochons du monde

But small-scale producers do exist. I asked the woman who sells pork on the country market at Bletterans how many pigs she had on her family farm; 50-60 was the reply. And the meat she sells actually tastes of pig (in a good way), ten time better than the bland pap you buy in a supermarket.

Another local producer, owners of the immodestly titled “Best pig in the world”, boasts that their pigs are raised in the open air, free, like Spain’s famous pata negra, to wander in the woods where they feed on leaves, acorns and berries.

Their website features charming photos of happy pigs and boasts that they abstain from several widespread practices such as castration (principally carried out to prevent the meat of mature boars having a taste and smell to which some people object),  putting a ring in the nose (to avoid churning up soil, only necessary when the pigs don’t have enough space, according to the site), killing off weedy piglets, drawing teeth, cutting tails, and artificial insemination (let nature take its course!).

So is possible to buy the meat of pigs that have lived the kind of life a swine might enjoy, although, obviously, that life has to be brought to a premature end in to get it to your table.

And these methods, along with the reduction of waste, can reduce the environmental harm caused by industrial-level meat production. But food production is responsible for about a third of human-caused greenhouse gas emissions. So, let’s face it, the enormous demand for meat, which is the major contributor, will continue to be a threat to the planet’s future.

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Frogs’ legs, hazelnuts and globalisation

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A grenouille rousse Photo: Holger Krisp (Wikipedia)

The French tend to translate the disparaging anglophone term for French people “Frogs” as mangeur de grenouilles (frog-eaters). I’m not sure whether it isn’t based more on alliteration than dietary preferences but there’s no denying that most English-speakers consider eating amphibians a bit odd. Personally, I’m ready to eat almost anything that won’t kill me but I’ve been learning that I should discriminate a bit on this question.

An ad in the regional free paper announces “I buy frogs’ legs, especially those from the Haut Doubs [a mountainous area north of here, which is rich in rivers and waterfalls]”.

The advertiser is after the grenouille rousse, which, despite apparently being called the  common frog in English, is a protected species. In the 1980s so many frogs were caught for food in Europe that they were in danger of extinction.

It may be caught or bred for food but in limited quantities (850,000 a year may be bred in Franche-Comté, the region which covers the Jura). It is prized for its taste of hazelnut. Make sure you eat at restaurants that specify that the frogs are local, Le Progrès newspaper warns.

Because your frogs’ legs may come from the other side of the world. Every week a plane touches down at Geneva carrying a cargo of live frogs and, concerned officials point out, they are not grenouilles rousses. They appear to be transported in string sacks. I wonder if there has ever been a mass breakout, with thousands of the little fellers hopping around the hold.

Nowadays most of the frogs’ legs imported to the EU – 4,520 tonnes between 2011 and 2020, according to Eurostat – come from south-east Asia: 74% from Indonesia and 21% from Vietnam, with 4% coming from Turkey and 1% from Albania. India and Bangladesh were the biggest suppliers in the 1990s but the trade led to a collapse in the frog population, which in turn led to a proliferation of mosquitoes and other pests and thus an increase in the use of pesticides.

A study this year found that 58 species are threatened with extinction by the trade, which it described as of “extreme cruelty”, with a knock-on effect for the environment. It called on the European Union to “take immediate action” to tighten its control of its imports.

You don’t see frogs’ legs on the menu in Paris very often but during the season – end of January to the beginning of May – they pop up in regions rich in rivers and lakes. Three million frogs are eaten every year in Franche-Comté, not counting those caught by poachers or the owners of ponds or lakes.

Its a frog-friendly environment around here Photo: Tony Cross

They’re not easy to farm. Given that they eat insects, the farmer can only try to attract their food to the ponds, which, in any case, they tend to leave for the woods when it is not mating season (I have narrowly missed stepping on some when on my walks in the forest). There are about 80 frog-farmers in Franche-Comté, fewer than 10 of them in the Jura.

So, for both gastronomic and environmental reasons, local good, imported bad. A local restaurant offered cuisses de grenouilles menus last spring. I was tempted but didn’t go. After all, gout de noisette or not, it’s really the sauce that provides the flavour and you can serve that with other dishes – snails, for instance.

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Back to blogging – Funny French food and other rural delights

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The Eventail (fan), one of the succession of waterfalls known as the Cascades du hérisson Photo: Tony Cross

I haven’t blogged for a while but, having moved to a village out in the eastern Jura département, I think I’ve come up with a few insights into French rural life that are worth writing about, so let’s see if that interests anybody, shall we?

First, a few words about the Jura – not the Hebridean island, as I had to explain to a Scottish friend who kindly offered help in establishing myself there, along with a puzzled “Why there?” – but the French département, which is not all that well-known to English-speakers (although you all know about the Jurassic Age, which takes its name from geological discoveries made here).

A valley in the Haut Jura Photo: Tony Cross

It’s a beautiful area, mountainous in the east where it stretches over the Swiss border. At a slightly lower altitude, there’s the “petite montagne”, an area of lakes, waterfalls and meadows, where the cows that provide France’s favourite cheese, Comté, graze. Then comes the revermont, a sharp descent to vineyards and villages, and then the Bresse jurassienne, a large, flat, fertile plane that extends into Burgundy.

OK, it does get cold here sometimes Photo: Tony Cross

Parisians are convinced that the Jura is a frozen tundra – they don’t tend to come here except for winter sports in the mountains. France’s coldest village, Mouthe, “la petite Sibérie française”, is in the Jura mountain range, although actually in the neighbouring Doubs, which has the distinction of being France’s coldest département. Mouthe enjoys 176 days of frost a year and is said to have experienced -41.2°C on 17 January 1985.

But that’s up in the mountains. Down here on the edge of the Bresse temperatures are not so different from those in Paris and, as elsewhere, getting warmer on average, even if my neighbour Jacques, of whom you will hear more, tries to frighten me every winter with claims that temperatures in our village sometimes go down to arctic levels.

My vilage, Sellières, on the occasion of the annual Fête de la pomme (apple festival) Photo: Tony Cross

Life here is quiet compared to the multicultural bustle of the Paris banlieue and I don’t go on reporting trips any more, so no more being robbed at gunpoint in Afghanistan, watching shootouts in Iraq or witnessing the humiliation of an entire people in the Palestinian occupied territories.

An étang (pond/lake) in the Bresse Photo: Tony Cross

But it’s not boring if you enjoy watching the seasons change, hearing the local gossip and learning about the region’s history. And rural life enjoys a special place in the French imagination. So I have some things to tell.

I’m going to start with a look at the sort of French foods that Brits and Yanks tend to turn their noses up at, item 1 being frogs’ legs. So watch this space.

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Coronavirus diary day 45 – Happy locked-down birthday, Mother!

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It’s Mum’s 96th birthday. She agreed that’s a pretty impressive accomplishment, once I had reminded her that it was her birthday and how old she was. We’ve made it through the epidemic so far, so that’s another accomplishment. Coming out of lockdown and a second wave, if it comes, will bring other challenges.

Mum in the courtyard earlier this month (when it was sunny)

I’ve promised we’ll open a good bottle this evening. “Peter [my brother] will have to come and share it,” she said. Another reminder: “He can’t, because we’re locked down because of the virus.”

The memory is going. I’ve given up rehearsing the anti-Covid precautions with her. Even if she remembers them, she ignores them. “You should wash your hands for 20 seconds!” “I don’t know how long 20 seconds is.” “Don’t take your teeth out unless you’ve washed your hands first.” She looks at me like a naughty schoolkid: “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

So both of us staying well means me being extra-careful not to bring the virus into the house. Unpacking the shopping is especially tedious but I expect you all know that by now.

Mum also has macular degeneration, which has been gradually depriving her of her eyesight for over 15 years. Eating is a chore now because she can hardly see what’s on her plate, meaning that she often puts an almost-empty fork to her mouth. She’s too proud to use a spoon.

She has survived my Dad by a bit more than 10 years now. I moved to Champigny so that she could move in. I couldn’t have afforded a two-bedroom home in Paris itself.

Despite her memory and eyesight problems, I think she’s fairly happy here.

It’s an ill wind that blows no good. The fall in air pollution due to lockdown has saved 11,000 lives, the recently established Centre for Research on Energy and Clean Air (Creca) estimates. Given the epidemic’s death toll, this is a bit of a win-some-lose-some situation but it could lead to more responsible environmental policies after it’s over. Or is that too much to hope?

“Other avoided health impacts include 1.3 million fewer days of work absence, 6,000 fewer new cases of asthma in children, 1,900 avoided emergency room visits due to asthma attacks and 600 fewer preterm births,” Creca tells us, although, as one imagines they have noticed, there’s more win-some-lose-some so far as days off work are concerned.

The study actually puts the number of lives saved as between 7,000 and 21,000.

The reason is a fall of 40% in nitrogen dioxide emissions and of 10% in fine particle emissions. That’s because of drastic cuts in consumption of energy produced by coal and oil burning, as well as a reduction in road traffic.

If I understand the science, fine particle pollution has fallen less than nitrogen dioxide because of agriculture and wood-burning. Another study shows that halving the use of ammonia in farming – which was responsible that bucolic smell that has wafted over Paris at times during lockdown – could reduce early deaths from air pollution in Europe by 20%.

Lockdown has inspired some major cities to adopt more ambitious environmental policies. Paris Mayor Anne Hidalgo has in the past been vilified by the right because of her moves to clear cars from the city centre.

Last year’s transport strikes reportedly changed some right-wing voters’ minds about the virtues of cycling. Maybe lockdown-induced blue skies will convince more people that we can’t go back to breathing filthy air.

The French government has promised 20 million euros to encourage bike riding once lockdown is over. As one of the few people in the world who never learnt to ride a bike, I have mixed feelings about this. It will definitely increase my chances of being mown down by a wannabe Tour de France winner while I’m strolling the city streets.

These photos of empty city streets. Am I the only one to be singularly unimpressed by them?

Didn’t any of you ever go out early in the morning or on public holidays?

I have one vivid memory of riding a bus through the Louvre – the complex not the museum – on my way to work one Christmas morning. Nobody there. But I did see one or two intrepid Japanese tourists elsewhere in the city.

Back to the bad news. France’s GDP fell 5.8% in the first quarter of 2020, the biggest fall since 1949, greater even that the 5.3% decline called by the strikes in the second quarter of 1968. The period includes the first fortnight of lockdown, so this quarter will be equally grim, if not worse.

The eurozone’s GDP has fallen 3.8%.

France’s unemployment rose a record 7.1% in March. Household spending was down 17.9%.

The health state of emergency is set to be extended for another two months.

France’s Covid-19 death toll is now officially 24,087, up 427 in 24 hours. 26,834 Covid-19 patients are in hospital, down 650 in 24 hours, with 4,207 in intensive care, down 180. 48,228 people have been discharged from hospital, 1,342 of them yesterday.

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