Despite the UK preparing to leave Europe, it does not feel particularly foreign to us. The same shops, the same cars, the same clothes ….. But, as with Marmite to the British, there are certain things which remain impenetrably ethnically French. Johnny Halliday would be one (just look on YouTube and ask yourself, why?) Another would be andouilettes. These are found all over France, and in the francophone Caribbean, made with veal and sometimes beef but the godhead is in Troyes, where it is made purely and simply with the intestines of pigs.
I think I will eat almost anything, and sometimes, on freezing winter nights, when I’ve not eaten much all day, I think, andouillettes avec purée de pommes de terre, why not? It arrives, grilled, which gives a slight tan to its pallor. It could be an ordinary, rather lumpen large sausage. And then the sticking point - the smell. I find there is no disguising the use the ingredients were originally put to. However, enough rigid views of Europe abound in Britain, let us try again.
Christophe Thierry has been running the charcuterie of the same name for 31 years, having taken over the business form his father. Their andouillettes have the coveted AAAA rating (Association Amicale des Amateurs d’Andouillettes Authentiques, a diploma award by a group of French food writers in 1970). He generously invited us to visit the kitchen.