I couldn’t live in Paris without devouring an assortment and impressive range of bread and cheese. This, compounded by living here with my lover who loves these two divine delicacies as much as I do, makes for some pretty serious snacking. Our fromagerie is two blocks from the house up Rue Lepic, our favorite in the city and our go-to for when we run out of chevre, comté or gouda vieux at the house. We do make pilgrimages, however, for more provincial cheeses-the 24 month comté, Tomme de Savoie, or the lovely Roquefort-papillion(literal translation: strong casting-butterfly, Dawn's translation:smelly cheese for cracker-snacking goodness).
La Fermette(The Farmhouse) fromagerie is amazing and is my favorite for all those stinky cheeses that most people shudder at but which the French(and I) adore and can’t get enough of. The smell is, in fact, how you find a cheese shop. C’est vrai! Just follow your nose and that funky smell will lead you to small mountains of goat cheese, wheels of Pont l'Eveque, and wedges and wedges of gruyere stacked in piles with baskets of brie. When Jay first arrived in Paris, he couldn’t fathom that smell would ever become an aromatic intoxicant, but now-more than me!- he can’t walk past a cheese shop without lingering with a lustful gaze on herb covered chevres, slices of gouda avec poivre, and delicate portions of d’Affinois.
There is no way to describe how sensational the boulangeries are here, suffice to say I love living in a country where the word Pain means BREAD.
Stinky cheese heaven! That's what it is. I *heart* the French for this, and their "pain."
ReplyDeleteI want to spend tons of time in this shop with you Dawn and an equal amount of time enjoying the bounty of cheeses available there together!
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