Cheese

Be warned: if your cheese taste doesn’t extend much past mozzarella or Gouda this may not be the page for you. We like stinky cheeses. Cheeses that virtually slide off the plate they are served on. Cheeses so soft and slippery in fact that sometimes the only way to eat them is with a spoon. One of our favourite picnics consisted of a french stick and an oozing St Marcellin, sitting under a pine tree at the Roman ruins of Glanum just south of St Remy-en-Provence. One of the things I love about my man is that he thought nothing of an 80km detour on our drive through France to visit the factory where one of our favourite cheeses is made. With the help of a local bank and a “sac isotherme” we bought a box of their cheeses and took them with us on the rest of a very long day’s drive to Provence. Our friends helped us polish them off over the course of the next few days – it was messy but glorious! We are unashamed Francophiles when it comes to cheeses but not above trying other local products some of which are mentioned here (you can read about them by selecting a page from the Varieties... menu on the left).