Thimble full of said wine in plastic souffle cup in hand, I happened to walk past our Rock Stars the CheeseMongers who handed me a small piece of a wheat batard on which was spread our Rouge Noir Brie. There was dollop of tart cherry preserves on top.  I ate the concoction and drank my sip of pink wine. OMG. Holy cow. Wow. In the deep south where I’m from, we’d say that was slap-your-mama-good. (I would never slap anyone much less my mother. In fact, I don’t know where that saying came from because any southern women I’ve ever met would slap you into next week if you as much as looked at her wrong.)

The four-way marriage between the bread, the Brie, the cherry and the wine was - for lack of a more creative word – sublime. I’m still going on about it, days later so much so that now when I want something, I’m gonna say “Pretty Bries with a cherry that’s tart. And a side of Figuierasse.”

That doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue but the cheese and the wine sure do.

I look forward to your combination of luscious things. Please share.

Cheers,

Candy the WineMonger