Monday, January 31, 2011
It was an early Sunday afternoon (well, it was just yesterday...), we were cruising the local market when we rounded the corner en route to our favorite local cafe (ok, well, it's more like a bar...but one Pastis before lunch never hurt anyone...at least no one was falling off their wicker chairs that I noticed) when we decided, against all better judgement, to pop into the again *local* cheese shop.
And maybe you can see from my (somewhat) discrete iPhone photos, that this is not...how shall we say, a simple purveyor of fine cheeses - really, they've got it all. Including, if you were as quick to spot it as we were... pesto Gouda! Be still my racing heart.
The shop owner noticed our enthusiasm (make that purring ohhs & ahhhs) and kindly offered to give us a few samples. Well, take me back on the next boat to Liguria, because, despite the highly electric green color, this cheese was like digging into your favorite pasta dish. Pesto-explosion people....ex-plo-sion.
We snapped up a blocked and added some Pecorino & Tome de Macaye for a very (ver-ryy) agreeable Sunday-afternoon apero.
And I need all the cheese-fueled motivation I can muster this week - new French classes with a heavy emphasis on the dreaded G word - (it's a family blog folks) - Grammar!
All I have to say is, Who ever uses the subjunctive tense anyway??
Jean Paul Grosso
9, Rue Lamalgue