Imagine an enormous pile of unwashed socks. Worn by a person with the worst smelling feet ever. Or imagine this person taking off his/her shoes after a good hike in the mountains on a hot summer's day. Well, that is the smell when you open my fridge. Not every day, but on the days it harbors my "Chaumes".
My Chaumes looks like a thick and creamy postcard. Covered in a light yellow crust with a hinge of soft and hairy mold. Not too much, not too less, just enough to enhance its perfect flavour. My favorite moment is when I unwrap the paper from a fresh piece of Chaumes and cut it. The sensation of the smell is overwhelming, water is filling my mouth and I don't even consider a slice of bread. I eat my Chaumes 'unplugged'.....realizing only moments later that it wasn't just one little piece of Chaumes, but the entire creamy postcard.
Sue
ps: Somehow I expect Jean Paul Chaumes (see picture) to have Chaumes-smelling-feet.
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