Oh Raclette, let me count the ways…and the days…
raclette photo courtesy of: Grcampbell – Wikipedia Commons
The first time I ate raclette was in Mrs. Bishop’s second grade classroom, in Devon, Pennsylvania – as far away from the Swiss Alps as a seven-year old could get. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was a life-changing food moment, a taste memory that remains as sharp as 20-year aged cheddar. Someone’s mother brought a raclette machine into school that day; I think we were studying Switzerland. All I know is the story begins and ends with a wheel of cheese. Read more

















