The first time I had brie was back in the fifth grade. I was taking weekly French classes in preparation for a trip to Paris as part of an exchange program. Every week we tasted a new cheese, and we were to write down and remember our favorites so we'd know what we liked when we got to France. I remember writing (in an unnecessarily full sentence) "I like Brie cheese."
In any case, today I had brie's older and more sexually experienced cousin, St. André. St. André is a soft, rich, triple-crème cheese from Heaven, Hell, or France, depending on how you look at it. Trying to cook with it would be downright disrespectful, so top your St. André with a dollop of jam or honey and call it dessert. I'm not sure how the nutrition facts compare to ice cream, but like High Fructose Corn Syrup and Say Yes to the Dress, SA is fine in moderation.
Ooh la la!
