Comte goat cheese, camembert, and a raw milk young ossau-iraty. The cheese is heaven. Heav. En.
(photo of Gary’s foot and our dinner of bread and cheese … eaten by typepad)
Putting the TMI in absentminded
Putting the TMI in absentminded
Comte goat cheese, camembert, and a raw milk young ossau-iraty. The cheese is heaven. Heav. En.
(photo of Gary’s foot and our dinner of bread and cheese … eaten by typepad)
8 responses to “Ploughmans dinner”
spunky toe totally photobombed the cheese there!
Yes – and what about the bread? Isn’t it the best? Crusty, soft, fresh…
But where’s the WINE?
Ooo! Are you staying in the Hotel L*******r?
Mrs hall – no, that’s mr labia. Or William Peter Richard Labia to you. Call him Willy.)
Big dot – I think fresh bread requires you to be awake. The French bread was great, the brioche was a bit dry.
Becs – YES! I am. Those prices on the web site are not what they expect you to pay. I had the MyConcierge guy negotiate for me and it was about 35 percent less.
Willy (or maybe Dick) has very dainty toes. Embellished by a fetchingly subtle shade of coral nailpolish, by the looks of it.
Big dot – no, his toes are just naturally lovely.
Ploughman’s dinners are the best dinners ever.
Catherine – if you have good cheese, yes. And arent they supposed to involve fruit?