Comments on: Happy New Year! http://lovefeasttable.com/blog/happy-new-year/ We invite you to our table or we'll meet you at yours... Fri, 03 Feb 2012 19:54:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: K http://lovefeasttable.com/blog/happy-new-year/#comment-41 K Mon, 26 Jan 2009 22:05:42 +0000 http://lovefeasttable.com/blog/?p=107#comment-41 Happy New Year. The blog looks great. Any food memory that includes you two is good! Happy New Year. The blog looks great. Any food memory that includes you two is good!

]]> By: Ken Livi http://lovefeasttable.com/blog/happy-new-year/#comment-32 Ken Livi Fri, 02 Jan 2009 04:07:57 +0000 http://lovefeasttable.com/blog/?p=107#comment-32 A very STRONG food memory of mine occurred in Valcorin, Switzerland in the 90's. I was visiting my friend, Bernie, at his home town. After a nice hike in the mountains, we went to a local restaurant. When we opened the door to the warmly lit, wooden room with the fireplace blazing, a humid blast of what smelled like farts and feet accosted us. I felt embarrassed for Bernie and his fellow Swiss, for it seemed like everyone had taken their boots off and drank too much beer. I noticed Bernie was not fazed at this at all. I eventually, sheepishly commented that it smelled like "old socks". Bernie smiled and said, "Oh, that is the Roquelette you smell." He explained that a very smelly cheese wheel is placed by the fire which warms the face of the cheese. The top layer is scraped off and placed on bread to be consumed with copious amounts of beer. After a while, I couldn't smell it anymore. We had a meal to clog an elephant's arteries, consisting of: fried eggs, all kinds of cheeses (some so sharp that they had to be sliced very very thinly and placed on the eggs), salamies, etc. Not a meal that I would recommend for the over 50 crowd. (Luckily, I was still in my 40s!) Each time I heat up cheese at home and my kids complain of the smell, I'm transported back to southern Switzerland and feets and farts. A very STRONG food memory of mine occurred in Valcorin, Switzerland in the 90′s. I was visiting my friend, Bernie, at his home town. After a nice hike in the mountains, we went to a local restaurant. When we opened the door to the warmly lit, wooden room with the fireplace blazing, a humid blast of what smelled like farts and feet accosted us.

I felt embarrassed for Bernie and his fellow Swiss, for it seemed like everyone had taken their boots off and drank too much beer. I noticed Bernie was not fazed at this at all. I eventually, sheepishly commented that it smelled like “old socks”. Bernie smiled and said, “Oh, that is the Roquelette you smell.”

He explained that a very smelly cheese wheel is placed by the fire which warms the face of the cheese. The top layer is scraped off and placed on bread to be consumed with copious amounts of beer.

After a while, I couldn’t smell it anymore. We had a meal to clog an elephant’s arteries, consisting of: fried eggs, all kinds of cheeses (some so sharp that they had to be sliced very very thinly and placed on the eggs), salamies, etc. Not a meal that I would recommend for the over 50 crowd. (Luckily, I was still in my 40s!)

Each time I heat up cheese at home and my kids complain of the smell, I’m transported back to southern Switzerland and feets and farts.

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