“Cherry Times” a June Tale and a Goat’s Cheese Soufflé recipe

Goat’s Cheese Soufflé with cherries

I don’t know what it is about June, forget about July and I may as well scrap August altogether, taking the risk of being quite unpopular with people around me, I must say that I don’t deal with summer – or whatever they call it here- very well. The idea of contemplating these three long months, feels like bracing myself for a quiet and deadly storm, “Waiting around to die” from Townes Van Zandt keep on a ringing when I should be happy, when I should be whistling to the dog and the cats in the kitchen ” Le temps des cerises”, Cherry Times… Cheery times! Now I get to think about it, it’s a beautiful, seasonal and yet a pretty heart wrenching song too. I mustn’t have been the only one so, the summer takes as much as it gives I guess, and June gives so generously!

– “Come on Captain sail on that ship of yours through them dark troubled waters, you hear?”

“One more payment and it’s mine” Summery Brittany

But you see, I wasn’t always like that. June meant the end of school, the truce between students and teachers, we had two long months of swimming in the warm waters of the Golfe, just five minutes away or I could spend it in the old salt marshes, Birdwatching, inspecting old wrecks or just listening to the nightingale singing from the brambles. We stopped going on holidays when I was 9 years old; the reason? The early 80’s weren’t the best time to have built a house, interest rates were quite high, 12% I think. Even if we weren’t short of anything, we had clothes on and there was always food. The budget was tight though but we lived in a pretty place and if we needed to have a little break, there was always my Grand Mother in the West, Fouesnant, where my heart was anchored… Somewhere in the bay of Concarneau.

Concarneau Ville Close
The “Closed City” of Concarneau…

When we were respectively 17 and 16, I invited my friend Sergio to spend a few days out West, my Gran, Marie, was always very welcoming and good to me. My Dad dropped us, with a very clear piece of advice:

– ” be good to your Grandmother, don’t fuck it up and enjoy yourselves, ok?”

– ” yes, don’t worry, we’re grown ups now” I said while looking at Sergio and suddenly regretting my statement. Maybe I was being too harsh.

The memories I have from those few days will stay with me forever, nothing special happened, it was just simple and wonderful, we behaved fairly well and had a great time, the sea and the marshes of Mousterlin were just a few minutes down the road, we even went to the Glenan Islands, on St Nicolas for the day, aboard the “Little Egret”, a 40 minute crossing from Beg Meil, the pier where I had many times jumped from, where I had learned how to swim… The water was always so clear there, emerald green, a bit like Sergio’s complexion as we were halfway through our mini but rocky cruise, magically followed by Storm Petrels dipping their webbed feet in the ocean…

Beg Meil
Beg Meil

Sergio pointed out, that the recurring aspect of this little holiday were the cherries. There was a huge Cherry tree by the Veranda, among the pink and blue Hydrangeas Marie was so proud of; it gave so profusely this time of year, we ate so much of them that our bellies were a bit sore… Sergio was right, we had plenty of cherries, plus the fun involved by climbing up the tree to get our loot made things even more exciting!

Cherries “chéries”
Cemetry hydrangeas
Hydrangeas of Fouesnant

But that wasn’t all, we also had Cheery jam for breakfast…

Cherry Jam, lovely with cheese!

For dessert we had Cherry tart…

Cherry Tart

-” you forgot something Sergio!” I said to him with a smirk while we were docking back to Beg Meil’s pier.

– “we didn’t have a Cherry Beer yet!” he said reading my mind.

We loved “Cherry” beers, or the “Kriek” as we called it, or rather as it was called, ultimately meaning “Cherry”; we had moved on from “Monacos” (lager, grenadine and lemonade), Shandies and we were now on the “Kriek” buzz, less sweet but delicious, leaving the parched drinker with a wonderful taste of macerated red fruits on the palate.

“- I know a place! I used to go with my Pépé Roger” I said a bit excited.

We came back by Mousterlin’s strand, admiring the Turnstones and Sanderlings before going through the marshes for extra drama. I knew a birdwatching hide, well hidden and we watched a Kingfisher busy diving while drinking a bottle of “Chouchen”, a legendary Breton mead made of fermented honey and water, this stuff is made of dreams and long forgotten legends…

Choice 5
Turnstone in Mousterlin
Choice 18
Sanderlings, Turnstones, Dunlins and Gulls

A little tipsy and giggling, we made our way to the watering hole my Grand Dad loved so much, it was like being in someone’s kitchen. We ordered our beers and Sergio was in a sailor buzz, so he ordered a “Ricard” for himself. The young lady came back with a jug of water and just said:

“- Ah! He already drank it” with a smile across the face.

Two lads on a nearby table who were well on their way, asked us where we were from, and Sergio went on a yarn, explaining that we were sailors, we were just on a few hours “perm” before sailing back to somewhere, possibly very far away, he was being very mythical, and I must say, it suited the place. He also impressed me with his impro as I was normally the one coming up with crazy stories… One lad who seemed to have one eye closed and who clearly was a sailor or rather a fisherman asked Sergio in a lightly tired but friendly slur:

“- and what is the name of your ship?”

“- it’s the Sirius” Sergio said, knowing how much he liked Tintin and the treasure of Red Rackham, I thought that we were done for. The young fisherman with his eye still closed pointed his index finger towards Sergio and said.

“- Zzat’s the big black and white one anchored in Concarneau?

Sergio turned back to be more comfortable, did a pistol like gesture to the guy with a succession of weird magpie like sounds from his mouth.

“- That’s the one! Chack…Chack!”

“- Yeah, I know it! Well good luck!”

We finished our beers, our delicious Cherry beers and cycled back home in an uncontrollable waterfall of giggles zigzagging on the now empty road and dirt track of the marshes, disturbing the quiet and calming sounds of the crickets at dusk, knowing that this fine and memorable week in June was coming to an end.

Cherry Beer

That little story inspired for a recipe of goat’s cheese soufflé with macerated cherries and fresh roasted beetroot pesto, toasted nuts and porridge, I hope you’ll like it!

For the beetroot and cherry pesto you’ll need:

  • 1 nice organic beetroot
  • 1 tbsp of organic macerated cherries
  • 2 organic garlic scapes
  • a splash of organic raw cream
  • salt and pepper

How to?

Peel and shop the beetroot with a bit of salt and olive oil, and roast in a hot oven for 25 minutes…

beetroot pieces, ready to roast

In a recipient, place the beetroot pieces and a tbsp of macerated cherries; I like to use garlic scapes for extra flavour, a bit more gentle than the bulb. Chop two of them finally and blend the lot…

Garlic scapes
Roasted beetroot and macerated cherry pesto

Set aside in the fridge until before serving. To add a bit of drama, I decided to dry toast some mixed nuts and organic Irish porridge oats, it goes really well sprinkled on the final dish.

Toasted mixed nuts and porridge


For the soufflé you’ll need:

  • 2 organic eggs
  • 30 g of salted butter
  • 30 g of organic pasta flour
  • 25 cl of organic raw milk
  • 100 g of goat’s cheese ( St Tola, co. Clare)
  • A bit of fresh nutmeg

How to?

First, mix the butter and the flour together on a low heat and add the milk while you keep stirring; add the two yolks, stir well thick enough and don’y forget to keep the whites in a bowl. You will need to beat them very thickly and fold them into the mix before pouring in the ramekins…

Making a Béchamel like sauce

Before adding the whites, grate a bit of nutmeg and crumble the cheese into the Béchamel like mix…

Whole nutmeg

Fold the whites gently into the mix. With your finger, butter and then flour each of the ramekins. Heat up the oven at 180 c and put in the oven for 25 minutes, until the soufflés have risen nicely. Don’t fill the ramekin too high, so it can rise comfortably…

Soufflés, ready for the oven

The moment of truth, a beautiful soufflé, serve quite quickly as they will go down a bit, still, don’t worry too much about that, they will be delicious!

Goat’s cheese soufflé out of the oven

For the “mise en place”, and like I said earlier, I got inspired by that little story. Serve the soufflés with the “pesto”, mint, fresh cherries and the toasted nuts and porridge. The macerated cherries came with a good bit of juice so I reduced some of it and placed at the bottom of the dish…

Goat’s cheese soufflé with roasted beetroot and macerated cherry “pesto”

Some might even call it ” Plain Sailing”… As this picture of me at the helm of a 107 years old boat last Sunday suggests, tall tales sometimes come true! Is there such a thing really?

Franckie 1
Plain Sailing on a June afternoon on Lough Ree
Goat’s Cheese Soufflé with cherries

Keep Well and Eat Happy

Slán Tamall











18 thoughts on ““Cherry Times” a June Tale and a Goat’s Cheese Soufflé recipe

  1. Nice story and beautiful pictures of Brittany (I should definitely consider a trip to this area of France). I am also a huge fan of Cherry Kriek beer, which I had the first time in the famous Les Deux Garçons bar brasserie when I was a student in Aix-en-Provence. I’m definitely gonna try your goat cheese soufflé, this is something I never cook at home so it will be a good chance to try it out.

    1. Hi Sophie, thank you for visiting! Yes, I do like Kriek too 🙂 This recipe is for about four ramekins, double that for more and the beauty is that you can use any cheese you like. I must confess, I think it is less daunting than what people make it out to be, a bit of organisation, and you will be the star of the dinner party! 🙂

      1. In me you trust, I can see, haha! Thanks for your encouraging words, but I’ll try it on my husband before I invite people over for a dinner party, hahaha! Thanks for the extra tips about your recipe 😉

  2. Whilst I’ve struggled and scrabbled and attempted to be settled in this place I’m in for the while, I have thought of you often as I ever do. I know I have much catching up on your writing which I always relish and which I simply did not, do not want to pay lip service with a fleeting eye to. So forgive me that I am so late, I will work through all but for starters I just adored this sojourn back in time to a cherry picking daydream of a pause. And that recette? La la loopers …. I will be hot-footing it to the market (ok Market Basket is actually a supermarché but I can pretend and the produce is pretty good) for the ingredients and sating myself on the deck with this baby – drink to me in this New England which, it turns out, is really nothing like Old England at all. 🍒 🥂

  3. I, too, am not much of a summer soul. Something about the heat saddens me. I love reading your reflections on the simple days with Gran. And those cherries! How delightful.

      1. Certainly with the Breton and Irish, having the same Celtic (or maybe Proto-Celtic) roots. And of course, English and French have similarities. But Irish and English folk just speak a different language altogether… 😉

  4. Sigh…a lot of ahs and ohs to this post, also some yesses and nos.
    Don’t ask which should fit where,
    yet Kriek [⬅️ no thanks] rhymes with melancholiek [⬅️yes a lot]

    1. Sorry for the Melancholiek, yes, the Kriek is from your turf ( well, not quite). I haven’t have one in a while, but I can see how it may not be one’s cup of tea 🙂 Thanks for visiting!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s