Today we went to the 9th annual Cheeses of Savoie Festival! Awesome! We tasted tons of cheese, milked cows, watched artisans making cheese, and finally enjoyed the cow parade at the end. The cows were so cute! They had big, ornate bells on their necks and flowers woven around their horns!!!
We had fire roasted ham with a red bell pepper, mushroom, and mustard sauce, sauteed potatoes with onions and Reblochon, and bread. It was all ok, but not as good as we had hoped.
We made it home from Geneva with NO wrong turns!!! Success! I made a vegan lentil and vegetable soup with salad and bread. I didn’t love it, but it was missing dairy and meat. Luckily, we had butter for the bread and I made a delicious creme fraiche and goat cheese dressing. Phew… my dairy levels were getting low 😉
After a long rainy day spent inside doing absolutely nothing, we found our selves ravished between lunch and dinner;) Lounging around is hard work!
We had Spanish green olives and Nicoise black olives with pain de campagne and Comte cheese. Lets not forget to mention the lovely local Savoie wine- a slightly sweet, fruit forward wine with hints of apple and pear. Yum!
What a lovely Alpine morning! After a leisurely walk whilst picking beautiful flowers (to flower aficionados: yes, those are ranunculus, and yes, they grow wild here!), I had toasted pain de campagne, or country bread, with butter and apricot preserves from the Savoie region. Why can’t our apricots taste this good? The jam is sooooo flavorful. Fruity and floral with the most concentrated apricot flavor. I think I’m going to buy thirty of these little jars so I can bathe in it! I also had a great cup of strong French roast coffee and some sweet and tangy cherries.
After flying into Lyon, we rented a car an headed for the Alps- about a two hour drive (took us 3 1/2:). Everything was going great until we were ready to stop for some lunch and groceries to take up to our remote chalet. EVERYTHING was closed! Little did we know everything closes by 11am on Sundays- Crazy! We hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since 6am and by 3pm we were desperate.
We finally found a restaurant that was “open”. I think it was actually a private Father’s Day party, but the woman felt sorry for us (I think. She only spoke French) and gave us a table. They had only one dish on offer- a strange duck covered in a creamy sauce with ratatouille, a puffy omelette thing, and bacon wrapped asparagus. It was all very good actually. The nice woman then brought us a bowl of fromage blanc (fresh creamy cheese similar to yogurt) with sugar and a selection of cheeses. We thought lunch was done, but then she brought us an amazing dessert. A small almond cake covered in a creamy vanilla custard then topped with a spectacular apricot gel and fresh crushed pistachios and almonds. It was surrounded by a mote of cream and strawberry coulis- the best part of the meal! The dessert was spot on!
After we finished our meal, we asked for the bill and Adam gave her our credit card. It didn’t work! They only accepted “chip” cards which we don’t have in the US. We had no cash, so we said we would go to the ATM- NOPE! Closed. We had to apologize profusely and promise we would pay the next day. Embarrassing! They were very kind and didn’t act too upset. We paid them the next day. We never found an open grocery store. Luckily our kind exchange partner left us two bottles of excellent local wine. 😉
This was a simple, but excellent, breakfast in the country. Some perfectly crusty bread, coated in butter, and drizzled with honey made next door. We even saw the clover field the honey is made from! It doesn’t get more local than that!
I proudly created this amazing American breakfast for Charity and I to enjoy, Cyrille wouldn’t go near it. In France, unlike America, the French only eat a small breakfast consisting of sweets only. They eat sweet cakes or sweet breads covered in Nutella, very sugary cereals, cookies, candies, and anything else that has a high sugar content. They refuse to eat anything savory in the morning, it litterally disgusts them. But, since we are American, Charity and I love savory breakfast. The toad in a holes I made were awesome. I used nice crusty bread from the corner bakery, nice French butter, and eggs that were fresh and hormone free. A great way to start the day in Paris!
This was our first lunch in Paris. We popped into a small sandwich shop for a quick lunch. My sandwich was on nice bread that was chewy on the inside and crunchy on the outside but sweeter than a baguette. The ham was nice, and I liked the sliced hard-boiled eggs. The vegetables were not the best, but overall, it was a decent sandwich for a quick lunch.
A somewhat disappointing sandwich. All the ingredients sound delicious, but the bread was so big, it completely overwhelmed the delicate flavors.
This was not the best dinner ever. The fish and cream sauce was okay on flavor, but the fish was very overcooked. The bread was just some white sandwich bread, not so great. But the salad was very nice with tender lettuce and sweet corn, sprouts and tomato, carrots and endive. It was not a terrible meal, but I hope to never have to eat it again.
This was a very strange but tasty dish. The hot gratinèed ham was delicious spread on the chewy bread.