I had a really good weekend. I got to go to the movies and laughed hysterically while watching Date Night. I visited Alcoholly. (Sorry, no photos. She said I'm never allowed to take any more pictures of her, ever again. She was serious.) I have to say though that the greatest part of my weekend was making Raclette on my new Toastess Party Grill and Raclette!
I know, it doesn't look like much, but this grill is the kind of the thing that dreams are made of. It had been almost 10 years since I had eaten Raclette during my mission to Geneva, Switzerland. The more time passed, the greater this meal became in my head. Fortunately, it delivered.
Raclette is a very simple dish. Just potatoes and cheese. Unfortunately, in my little podunk town, the cheese I wanted, Gruyère, was $16.00 a pound. So, I resorted to buying only 4 ounces of Gruyère and 8 ounces of Gouda. The Gouda was fine, but when I ate the Gruyère, I had a moment like in Ratatouille when the "Grim Eater" eats the ratatouille and it takes him back to his childhood. I swear, I almost started crying.
Unfortunately, the Raclette wasn't all fun. We ate what should have been a 90 minute meal in 10 minutes. It left us both feeling a little sick. Bad idea. In addition, Erik ignored my instructions to not drink anything cold with the Raclette. He chugged a huge glass of ice water which caused a cheese ball to form and harden in his stomach.
Erik might not agree, but I think the Raclette was worth it.