i realize that some of you are currently debating the mental health of a woman so utterly enamored by her lackluster breakfasts, but i can’t help myself. and besides, i think i might be letting you in on a secret that you don’t know.
i eat stinky cheese for breakfast.
if james and i enjoy a triple-crème after dinner, you can bet your bottom dollar i will be sneaking downstairs in the morning to smear the remainders on a slice of toasty baguette. long before i ever set foot in france, my french godmother would make me stinky tartines for breakfast and i’ve been hooked ever since.
our favorite stinky cheese shop.
if thinking about tartines has gotten you wanderlusty, head here.
long live stinky cheese!!
breakfast lunch and dinner.
i too am addicted to stinky cheese.
You are not alone, my stinky cheese-for-breakfast-loving fellow blogger. And you'd better believe that I just may throw on some homemade marmalade, should I have some around. Rock on with your stinky cheese self.;)
We've got a cheese shop here in Berkeley called The Cheese Board and it is to-die-for. You'd be right at home.
Love stinky cheese. When I lived in Brooklyn, my roommate and I would go to http://bedfordcheeseshop.com/ and request cheese to eat while we walked. For some reason, the idea of "road cheese" (to eat on the road) really amused them. Every time.
oh stinky cheese, with tomato marmalade, how I love you
This looks tasty. Maybe some jam, too. 🙂 And a coffee!!
you are not alone—my best friend jokes that i like my cheeses to "sit up and bark" ha.
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