Oh Frenchie How You Melt That Cheese

Today I find myself in Chamonix, France, just an hour east of Annecy and nestled in the Alps. I've only been here a few hours, and I already think this is one of the coolest cities I've ever seen. Right outside our hotel room is the river that runs from the mountains into town. It's been raining for the past few days so the river is flowing really hard. Tomorrow I think we are going to venture up to Aiguille du Midi, the highest peak in Chamonix and maybe, if we get lucky, check out Italy and the tip of the Matterhorn. ORRR...we'll continue to feed our faces and take a nap in the town square.

Speaking of food...last night, on the top floor of a snug little restaurant, I experienced another milestone among my culinary experiences. The French and Swiss call it "Raclette." I call it "food from angelic fairies." First, a warm stove is placed on your table. (Which by the way, I am a huge fan of any type of food that consists of having a hot surface placed right next to you. I hate trying to eat and freezing my butt off.) Secondly, you are given a steel skillet and some cheese, which you place inside the stove and melt. (Yep, I'm liking where this is going also.) While the cheese is melting, you place potatoes on top of the stove and get them all nice and roasted. Once the cheese is melted, you take the warm potatoes and cut them up on a slate plate. You then pour the cheese over the potatoes, and along with cured hams and salad, go to town. I can't describe how amazing of a bite it was to take a little cheese, some warm potato, a little ham and some lettuce into my mouth. I've enjoyed some great meals in my life, but this one will not be forgotten.

Well, it's back to watching World Cup. How I love soccer!!

* pictures will be coming once I get back. Because yes, we did take pictures. And yes, the entire restaurant was staring at us.