It’s BACK! Sure, there is a lot of good cheese to be eaten in the United States, but on that side of the Atlantic “fancy” cheese is more expensive and seems frivolous. In France, I feel like a criminal every time I walk past a fromagerie without buying something. That means I feel like a criminal every 15 minutes, but so be it.
The return to glory involved the 17ème arrondissement’s Alléosse fromagerie and about five kinds of cheese, but the only one I’d never had before was Brillat Savarin. The cheese comes in a square about the size of your fist, but a quarter of it is more than enough to last a few days because it’s a “triple crème” cheese. This means that cream is added to the usual milk mixture when this cheese is being created. It also means the cheese is about 75 percent fat. One sliver of this bad boy meant I had to put some of my other cheese slices back on the plate at lunch (l’horreur!!!); I was just WAY too full. Yes, I said it. I found a cheese I can’t really eat.
According to my reader-friendly cheese book, this cheese was created by Pierre Androuët, FATHER of the master of all things French cheese, in 1930. He’s also the author of my less-than-reader-friendly “Dictionary of World Cheeses.” Good work, Team Androuët.
Made by: Fromager/Affineur (meaning they actually mature the cheese) Alléosse, rue Poncelet. The line was 10 people long. I take the advice of travel writers and get in lines whenever I see that many people waiting.
Hails from: The northwest of France. Mostly Normandy.
Background: Not a handmade cheese, and so creamy that my aunt squeezed a piece and said it actually felt like butter. It’s a fresh cheese in that it only needs to age a few weeks, but it’s by no means light. Whoa mama. It’s also fairly strong tasting. I had been expecting something like Brie, but it’s much richer and tangy-er in flavor. Holds its own, for sure!
Can I eat the rind? You can, but it’s not necessary.
Serve it with: Veggies. Fruit. More veggies. Scant amounts of bread. Maybe I’m exaggerating, but this is not the kind of cheese I could handle eating with prosciutto or ham.
I’m back in France! And eating unpasturized dairy! But until next Friday rolls around, you’ll have to read posts about what I did in the United States.
Just like the “every country has its fried dough” theory, most cultures have their chosen nut products. America has peanuts and pecans, a lot of African countries use ground nuts in soups and stews, and much of Europe fills everything with hazelnuts. In Turkey your chocolate comes with pistachios, Greeks lean on walnuts heavily for their pastries, and when I think of pine nuts, I think of Italy.
But I’ve only ever consumed peanut and almond butters in the salty spread category. Pistachio butter’s time had come.
This post is a lie. Yes this is more of a tart than a galette, but must importantly… it’s not the end of summer. I REFUSE TO SUCCUMB! Even though the leaves on the maples along the trail and starting to show red around their edges, the crickets are the only sound in the late summer morning air, and the tomatoes are fat and fire-truck red, I insist that this season can last forever.
But just in case, I’m gonna cook lots of things with tomatoes and corn.
BRING ME THE KIMCHI
The massive grocery store a half a mile from my parents’ house has had a rough life. It’s been a Giant, a Fresh World, and an All Green. Recently, it reopened as “FoodValu,” which is the third incarnation of “huge Asian and Mexican superstore with only half the store dedicated to regular American processed stuff.” Continue reading
Posted in Cooking, Cuisines, Eating, Entrees, Korean
Tagged cabbage, condiments, international, japchae, kimchi, korean, spicy
Bastille Day in Baltimore dawned dark and pouring rain; actually kind of fitting for a girl who is trying to get back to the very rainiest and foggiest part of France. By 10 a.m. the clouds had rolled away, leaving a fresh breeze which lightened up our French-speaking picnic at Fort McHenry. A friend from New Jersey came down to meet me afterward and we made our way along the harbor in search of coffee, beer, or ice cream.
Posted in Baltimore, Coffee, Drinking, Eating, Maryland
Tagged affogato, bastille day, dessert, espresso, fells point, food, gelato, pitango
Just over two months off my flight back to the States from France, and I’m well entrenched into the 50-hour a week American work schedule. On a good, full day up by 5:15 to run, out the door at 7 a.m., walk back in the door at 7 p.m. But I refuse, REFUSE, to sit down at lunch with a lunchmeat, sandwich bread and chips meal.
Niçoise salad Sunday
That means Sunday is a busy day, as well as Monday nights and basically any other moment where I have free time. Sunday is the only time that I have a full day to dedicate to playing in the kitchen, so I often make at least two dinners, and a side or some kind of breakfast. Korean cucumber and edamame salad, asparagus and shrimp salad, or southwest bulgar salad. I also search for modern crock pot recipes, like black bean soup or this infinitely tasty tagine. My biggest crock pot rule is that I do not pre-cook anything but onions and garlic. Otherwise, what’s the point?
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Tagged apricot, chicken, cooking, crock pot, easy meals, fast, Moroccan, slow cooker, tagine, weekend