Confession time. I have a bit of cheese fetish going on. Cue salivating, Homer Simpson style, head rolled back, the dripping drool, indecipherable murmuring. You get the nasty picture.
I can’t call myself a connoisseur by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, like Liz Lemon with the Don’t Over-think It: Sara Lee Frozen Cupcakes concept I’ll happily settle for a wheel of Blue Castello from any decent supermarket anywhere… more salivating.
But stepping into a Fromagerie in Cannes, France was beyond my wildest, crazy cheese dreams… Overwhelmed by all those varieties, wall to wall Fromage, some with fur, yes, not just mould, real hairy fur, I’m talking 2 -3 ml long. Hardcore for me and my 50 shades of cream existence.
I asked in my lamest Franglaise for la Brie? All I could think of in that heady moment. There were 3 varieties. Mild, Some Taste and a Lot of Taste. A little intimidated but feeling adventurous I admitted I like Some Taste.
Well, it was good. Strong but très good. I put that away with une baguette sil vous plait and my mini swiss army knife, half way through I discarded the tool, tore off chunks and slapped them together on the bed in the hotel.
A sticky frenzied experience of du pain, de brie and husband no where in site.
But…not sexy at all. Creepy even…
I went back later for some blue and tried the milder brie. Again with the salivating.
It would seem I have a penchant for little forks too. Heh. Love it when I pick up these quirky little tools for parties hopefully, photos definitely.
vive la différence.
Fromage glass cheese platter larg & cheese knives buy
2 x Fromage glass cheese plate small $20 set
Cheese picks & holder hire only
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