in the mountains we have a lot of little delicatessens ~ mostly family owned and managed... we can buy cheeses from all over the world - creamy french cheeses, blue cheese, sheeps cheese & goats cheese. lavender cheese and cheese rolled in chilli
when I was a little girl, delicatessens were shops that you quickly walked past because of fear of the unknown.. 'those foreigners' and their very odd food - strange looking meat sausages hanging by string off metal hooks..odd looking bread which didn't come in a paper wrapper.... and the smells. oh the smells assaulted my little girl nose.... but as it happens, tastes change, views change, and all matures.
and as you mature, [just like that cheese you so much love], you start tasting a variety of foods, from exotic, faraway places. places that one can only dream of. hence the persian fetta...
Last night I dreamed that I was asleep in the hand of God.
Today, I bought myself a Paella pan. And shared a Chocolate croissant with dutch husband. tonight a vegetable and barley soup [to soothe the little girl in me] served with organic spelt [did you know that spelt was St Hildegarde of Bingen's chosen grain?]
& tomorrow we celebrate Valentine's day. more about that tomorrow!