I had ambitions to write up a lovely parting post for my street this week. I went out on Saturday, which was gloriously sunny and took lots and lots of pictures, and even a little video, but now the thought of going through them all and writing something worthwhile about each one feels too daunting. I seem to have forgotten, despite the fact that I did it just one year ago, exactly how much physical and mental energy it takes to pack up your entire apartment. Time, too. The good news is that we did finally find an apartment, one we’re excited to move into, in a completely new neighborhood which will be fun to explore and get to know. Don’t worry, I’ll give my current neighborhood a proper sendoff. It will just be after the move.
Logic would dictate that the more things you eat out of your pantry and fridge before you move, the fewer things you have to move. I think we’ve been doing a pretty good job with this. The freezer is now empty, save for a few trays of ice cubes and a couple of ice packs, and the fridge contains mainly condiments. Tonight I finished off the bag of frozen spinach, the tomato paste, the milk, the cream, and the harissa – all went into a bread pudding that smells delightful.
Last night I indulged in a fresh goat cheese crottin in the name of going through a large quantity of lettuce.
Yep. I made a lovely salade de chèvre chaud. The rest of the baguette and cheese also ended up in tonight’s dinner. Speaking of, the oven timer just went off! Time to eat.
On this day in 2010: Fribourg d’Alpage (A wonderful cheese.)
Originally published on Croque-Camille.