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Mont D’Or

Ellen Moyse
Mont D’Or

Origin: Franche-Comte region of la gaie France We Paid: Rien, but it cost out lovely friend Livi £10 (per rond) Quick Description: A stinky, smelly stunner, great for dipping bread in General Info: This one came from Borough Market in London. A lovely fromagier there once told us that the Mont d’Or season is fleeting. Production begins in August and runs through to April, but the majority are made mid-winter with raw milk (unpasteurised) when the cow’s milk is ideal for soft and squishy cheeses. We got ours on April 1st…

Baked Camembert (Chilli Apple & Prosciutto)

Ellen Moyse
Baked Camembert (Chilli Apple & Prosciutto)

SERVES 4 people                             COOKING TIME  40 mins                             DIFFICULTY easy If you give this recipe a go, tweet a photo to @incredibrie using the hashtag #brielliantrecipes

Baked Camembert (Fig, Walnut & Honey)

Ellen Moyse
Baked Camembert (Fig, Walnut & Honey)

SERVES 1 cheese lover (or 4 normal people)  COOKING TIME  40 mins                  DIFFICULTY easy  recipe If you give this recipe a go, tweet a photo to @incredibrie using the hashtag #brielliantrecipes

Burrata

Ellen Moyse
Burrata

Origin: Southern Italy We paid: 1.96e per 100g (Disclaimer: It turns out Burrata goes off really REALLY quickly. If you include all the times you buy the cheese and let it go off before getting round to tasting it, then the price can rocket!) Texture: Although we expected a creamy cheese, the first thing that hit us both was the intense clotted cream-like texture. So much so, that an excerpt from Ellen’s notes reads ‘it’s almost like eating cream’ whilst Izzy wrote ‘liquidy, oozy and creamy’. After much meticulous research, it…

Figou

Ellen Moyse
Figou

(The middle row of fig-shaped cheese is the figou!) Origin: Limoges – mid-France We paid: 5.10 euros per piece After many a trip to the, albeit vast, supermarket counter we decided to branch out and make the most of our final months in Bordeaux. After three months of gawping at the window of Fromagerie Deruelle on a little cobbled backstreet, and despite the infancy of this blog, we finally took a leap of faith and poured our souls out to Elodie. Luckily, she only thought we were mildly crazy and…