It's Me, Sara Louise

I like cheese. I feel blessed to have ended up in France, home of about 400 different types of cheese (St. Nectaire, and Roquefort, and Cantal, oh my!). And, I’m lucky enough to live only a few miles down the road from Banon. Besides being the name of the village, Banon is also the name of the creamy fromage de chèvre (goats cheese to you and me) that it produces.

Banon hosts an annual fête du fromage to celebrate it’s creamy, cheesy, deliciousness and this year, I got to go. Which was kind of weird. Like why was The Husband so OK with going to something like a fête du fromage all of a sudden? Very suspicious. And why were all of his friends going to la fête du fromage too? (Can you tell I like writing ‘fête du fromage’? It’s feels festive). Could it possibly be because the bar was serving €1 Pastis all day long? Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s why.