Oh lala, I have to say, I am feeling slightly nostalgic for my stay in France.. Not the kind of nostalgia that makes you sit in a street-side café, your eyes masked with big sunglasses, a cigarette in one hand, a cup of coffee in front of you which you barely touch, and and a regular sigh on your lips. No, my nostalgia is an indulgent nostalgia. A nostalgia that makes you see the world through a bitter-sweet filter, adding a slight dash of hyperreality to your daily routines… When I close my eyes I think of the warm sun shining through Southern trees and bees buzzing in the fields…
But when I open my eyes again, I’m back in the Big Smoke, facing my daily commute in stuffy tubes, manoeuvering my way through Camden tourists and trying to ignore the roaring noise of the city’s red double-decker buses. But what I miss most about France is not the sun and the air, but the cheese! You know those nice runny cheeses that you can smell from far away and then surprise you with their gentle flavour… Those round little goats cheeses and melting Camemberts and, oh, those Vacherins in their wooden boxes that just all put a smile on my face… *sigh* I miss French cheese!
However, last weekend something magical happened! When I opened my eyes one morning, spring had arrived! Spring, oh spring, with its magical ability to transform a grey and moody city into a colourful and friendly place. Suddenly everything has a certain lightness to it, people are crowding the pavements outside pubs with laughter and beer-smell, children invade far-too-long-unused playgrounds and the streets are dotted with pastel-coloured blossoming tress.
With a feeling of inspiration I decide to make something to welcome spring in my stomach, something that you could take along to a picnic in the park. And, the key ingredient of my creation shall be a French cheese!
Walking through the cheese aisle at my local supermarket, all I have eyes for is authentic fromage. Not the “French-style” stuff they produce over here (an insult to all French cheesemakers!) I’m looking for the real stuff. And, hurrah, I find it! Snuggled in between British and fake French cheeses is a nice, round, smelly and soft Camembert. My heart makes a little jump for joy.
Another ingredient that always makes me feel like spring are broad beans. Those wonderful little pods that require a lot handling before you can eat them. You see, most people I know tell me they hate broad beans. But that’s because they’ve probably only eaten them with their skins on! (A horrible thought.) So, if you’re a broad bean hater: next time you see some broad beans at the market, go over and get them! I dare you! You will love them! Honestly! Because inside of those little pods hides a very delicate little bean. It bursts with a bright green when it pops out of its dull shell. And it’s wonderfully sweet and melts on your tongue. Yum.
Broad beans go especially well with goats cheese, because their subtle flavour and slightly crunchy texture just scream for some nice contrast. I’ve decided to stir things up a bit and introduce broad beans to the delights of a ripe Camembert. They got on quite well. In fact, this little tart merged both ingredients perfectly. Go on, try it and see for yourself: spring is here, and damn, it definitely tastes good!