When we were in Chamonix I picked up some Reblochon de Savoie cheese, which is supposed to be one of the great cheeses of the world. One of our favorite cheeses is a reblochon sold by this really sweet man (I need a picture of him someday) at the Morges outdoor market on Wenesdays and Saturdays. So I thought the authentic one from France would be out of this world. And...well, I guess it is in a way. It must be the smelliest cheese I've ever eaten. I can't seem to distinguish (like I can with most cheeses) between smell and taste. Pat will definitely not eat any more of it, and after tonight I'm pretty sure I'm done as well. I've eaten this cheese for three days straight thinking it would grow on me, but it hasn't. Not even a smidge. The last straw was changing Muriel's diaper after dinner tonight, and realizing it smelled exactly like the cheese I'd just eaten.
But fear not (MOM!), the reblochon will not go to waste. Rowan and Niamh both love it. Here is Niamh eating it tonight:
My three year old, who just recently gobbled down a tuna and jam sandwich for lunch, has a more refined palate than I do. But I guess that's not surprising.
On another note, Muriel got her first taste of cream of tomato soup tonight.