I had a grilled Chavroux sandwich for breakfast this morning. It was awesome. Sarah found that they sell it in slices now at some local grocery store. Same great goat flavor, just easier to work with now. My immediate thoughts as my brain processed the delicate tang were
“I need to make a croque-monsieur with this stuff.”
Consider it my next mission.
In other culinary delight news, we cracked open the Get Well Soon package from pal Sara from my surgery back in November and took the Roasterie‘s Holiday Blend for a spin. Yummy. And I don’t say that about many American coffees. Seems the owner of the company is from the same neighborhood as Sarah — hard to get down-homier than that. This was the grind intended for automatic drip makers, but it worked just fine in our French Press. I might ask the in-laws to bring a few pounds with them later this spring if they can swing it in their luggage.
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