More from the Swiss Miss

With a possible hurricane bearing down on Florida, my attention turns even more to the yodeling greenery of the Swiss Alps.

I've become positively obsessed with obtaining one of these:




It's a Raclette Grill, which is a completely single function (well, mostly single functioning) that is the stuff of swell dinner parties in ol' CH. The idea is you place Raclette cheese in the little trays underneath the grill and then on top of that you grill sausages, potatoes, pita bread or anything you fancy really and top it with the grilled/melted cheese. Then you eat it with pickles and pickled onions as garnishes. I love cheese. No, I really, really love cheese. I like fondue a great deal (cheese fondue, mind you. I'm OK with the hot oil fondue but don't care for how smelly you get afterwards). But Raclette is far more savory and who the heck doesn't like slightly browned if not burned cheese? What is not to love?!

This is the first year I probably won't be hosting Thanksgiving OR Christmas. Raclette would be the bomb for Christmas Eve but, alas, it will not be this year.

It's nice to think about stupid things like this, when you're worried about things swirling in the Atlantic.