Here we go, the first post in a new series celebrating just how high my calcium levels are since coming to France. Seriously, sometimes I am force-fed chèvre.
I have dinner with my fellow English-teaching colleague most Wednesdays. On our first week she pulled out this amazing (Italian) blue. |
I love that you can buy decent camembert for cheap from the supermarket. |
And that you're given specific instructions on when to eat it to get the right depth of flavour for your palate! |
So good. |
Cheese is the perfect accompaniment to wine for a few drinks with friends on a Monday night. |
This meal is my vegetarian go-to for restauranting in France: Salade de chèvre (goat's cheese salad, toast, assortment of crudités) |
You'd better believe I bought that ashy one on the left. So creamy. Perfect for breakfast with crusty baguette (if I can tear myself away from the equally delicious garlic cheese spread). |
My friend ordered the cheese plate at a bar the other night and this pitiful excuse came out. We had to laugh. |
Salade de chèvre again! (and the amazing Rosie) |
Warm goat's cheese and honey on the crustiest sliced bread. Oh my. |
The cheese platter to rival all others. I was spoiled this night! |
As you can see, my bones are clearly getting all the calcium they require. Unfortunately I think my thighs are also "benefiting" from this good-eating...
Until next Fromage Friday!
Amazing!
ReplyDeleteand delicious too.
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