The first time was when I lived in Amsterdam . Going out to exciting nightspots was part of the job, and it would have been criminal not to indulge. Working for a travel company allowed me to live in cities undetected by the usual working authorities. The aim was to do your job and stay out of trouble.
We lived an incredible life, showing people the city and having fun. Our favourite hairdressing salon was called Freaks where we had piercings and hair colours. The unhealthy lifestyle eventually pushed us into attending almost daily Gym sessions, just down the road from some of the cities most infamous coffee shops.
Soon despite all of the late nights and early mornings ( as I still had to cook 2-3 meals for 200 people a day ), I was feeling fit and strong. That’s why I was arrested!
Walking home one morning, after a rather long night, we were having a whale of a time laughing and singing and probably annoying all of the neighbours. Picking our way through some road works, along half constructed footpaths and unsealed road , near our building their were road construction signs. They were stand alone signs with ‘ wegwerkzaamheden!’ writen on them and pictures of workers with hardhats. They had a large round base a metal pole and the rounded sign on top, they looked to me like a great way to test out my muscles. Unfortunately the policemen that pulled up in a car and arrested me, were not as impressed with my strength as my friends were. Many hours later when we were released from our stuffy prison cell and sent on our way. There was much explaining to be done , and we were not very popular for drawing such attention
This week I found myself once more in bewilderment of the law.
In these times of food shortages, floods and droughts it is hard to feel that food wastage is acceptable. Food regulations are out of control in my cheese world and it often means that my family and my friends who like cheese, get more than they bargain for when I gift them with perfectly ripe , delicious cheeses that would just be beginning their lives in fridges in Europe. Instead we must waste food that has a best before as a guide . Age is not important…. unless you are a cheese, here maturity is everything.
So with your permission I will once again be loud and colourful and will not stay out of trouble. For all of the people that have recieved a Fromager des Clarines this week, I give you the wonderful recipe for Baked Clarines. Thanking you Will Studd and Australia on a Plate for this recipe.
Baked Clarines *******
- 1 Clarines left in the box, lid and plastic removed
- 1 clove of garlic peeled and sliced ( opt)
- 3 sprigs of thyme or rosemary
- 50 ml of champagne, white or even red wine
- 1 large piece of foil
- 1 baking tray
- Oven preheated to 190deg
- Bring the cheese to room temperature
- Wrap the outside of the box in foil.
- Make small slashes in the surface of the cheese and insert herbs and garlic if using.
- Pour the wine over the cheese, allowing it to soak in a little.
- Bake the cheese 15 to 20 minutes or until nicely melted.
- Serve this with toast or warm sour dough bread .
- Great as an appetiser or a snack
As we say at our place …………… Spread the love
Feed the World!!!!!!!!!!!!!!