Last Saturday, we celebrated Anna’s birthday; although her actual birthday is sometime in July, we wanted to be able to celebrate everyone’s birthday during this semester. This time, we wanted to try something called a raclette: both a type of cheese and the type of dish the French eat by scraping off the melted cheese in a machine. Confused? I was too, but hopefully these pictures will help.
Using the individual black tins, you put your slice of cheese on it and whatever vegetable you want. Then, you sit back and wait until it melts. Some of us had more than one tin because they were greedy pigs.
After the cheese melts, you use a wooden spatula to scrape it off onto some cut up, cooked potatoes.
“Cheesy potatoes?! Why didn’t you just say so?? I’m so down for this.”
Oh man, look at that cheesy goodness. You then take some cheesy potato, a vegetable, some meat, and top it off with a pickle! I managed to snap a photo of the perfect bite—I swear there’s vegetable in there.
Raclette is such a French thing; the time in between while you’re waiting desperately for your cheese to melt is the perfect time for others to pry into your business. I mean, socialize. And, like everything French, it takes a really long time. Equal parts talking and equal parts eating.
I need to invest in one of these although chances are, I will rebel by eating raclette antisocially. Doesn’t matter though—more tins for me, which means less waiting for the cheese to melt!