A picky eater as a child (and still one who prefers dessert to dinner), I was often convinced to eat something if it felt more like play. And so I love Tête de Moine as it is served (by amateurs) with the girolle.
Since Tête de Moine is special–so special, in fact, that it has a designated AOC–it often comes with a hefty price tag. If your girolle is feeling lonely, and mine is, then try a Petit Basque. At half the price it’s a solid substitute.
I leave the cheese writing to Glenn–and for good reason–but this entry is more about the mechanism than the cheese.
