Beurre cru à la baratte

When we were in Paris, we did manage a quick visit to Pascal Beillevaire in rue des Moines between meetings. We decided to buy some cheese for our neighbour who was looking after Mystère. Perhaps unwisely, we chose a small Munster. We did ask for the most unripe one he had, but even in the 24 hours it was in the vegetable compartment of the fridge before we left Paris, we got a powerful whiff every time we opened the door.

So on the way to the Gare de Lyon, we bought two hermetic plastic boxes -- one for the cheese, and one for the unpasteurised butter we bought at the same time. These were two flavours we definitely did not want to mingle! It worked -- our neighbours on the 5-hour train journey did not appear disturbed by odours emanating from our luggage, and the cheese was in fine condition when we arrived home. I've just eaten some of the hand-made, unpasteurised butter on home-made bread, and it's divine! A real treat.