I hardly had time to sleep last night. Climbing trees with Jude Law, necking cocktails with Jessie Pinkman and dancing til dawn with… Tony BLAIR* (?!) were all part of my mad, crazy, hilarious dreams. And why? Quite simply because I overdosed on cheese last night.
Chaource – pre baking
The cheese in question was Chaource from the Bourgogne region in France. I was sent it from a lovely PR who has the tricky job of trying to promote a fromagerie… Anyway, I gladly stepped in – offering to make it the focus of my dinner. For Him.
and here it is after 20 minutes of baking
The lack of my dinners are a bone of contention. I’ve tried to explain before but it’s honestly the LAST thing I feel like doing come 7pm each evening. He’s much more understanding than he used to be but also tickled pink when I manage to throw something hot on a plate.
I dressed my Chaource with fresh rosemary and poked some garlic into its skin before baking it, alongside some olive-oiled sourdough.
roast cauliflower, peppers and chilli
Roast cauliflower, cold meats and some hot and sweet cooked peppers also joined our mini cheese fondue. The cheese was completely delicious – creamy and rich and mushroomy. In fact, if you’re a Camembert fan, there’s no doubt you’ll love this little cheese.
cheesy dinner for 2
He added the wine (Joseph Drouhin, Rully) which complemented the cheese perfectly.
But, despite my asking, He won’t tell me His mad dreams.
* if anyone is at all interested, Tony Blair is not a bad dancer….
