Having Raclette for dinner is always an event in itself (so much so that I came up with a Raclette Dance just before dinner). I fell in love with it the first time I tried it about two years ago. And there’s no turning back ever since. Stacks of cooked potatoes and cold cuts (and an occasional cornichon), being entirely smothered by melted, bubbling Raclette cheese with some white pepper and chili flakes sprinkled on top, brings the experience of consuming a combination of what would otherwise be quite plain and simple to a whole new level. Even when that’s all you’re having for dinner, and a lot of it. You find yourself mindlessly cutting the various types of cold cuts into pieces, bundling them with chunks of potatoes and into unified groups on your plate, eagerly waiting for your slice of Raclette to melt in the machine (I’m literally salivating as I’m typing this). Whoever thought of putting all of this together, is definitely a genius. After stuffing ourselves abstractedly with all the meat and carbs, in between sips of Chateauneuf du Pape, dinner seemed to have ended rather too abruptly as we exhausted our plate of Raclette cheese. Quite reluctantly, we admitted our defeat in silence as we both knew far too well that we just couldn’t have had anymore. Physically that is, even if we wanted more.
With all the side effects (nausea from being so full, dry mouth from all the cheese, Raclette withdrawal, etc) that come with it, it surely isn’t something you could have every night. But certainly something you’d always look forward to time and time again. Because it’s just so good, and because you know it’s going to be good. Luckily, we have enough Raclette cheese for another round! *cue in Raclette Dance*
A Traveler at Heart 