Raclette

illustration by Marguerite Davis

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"Let's go down then, if we agree," said the old man, and followed close behind her. Going up to the fireplace, he pushed the big kettle aside and reached for a smaller one that was suspended on a chain. Then sitting down on a three-legged stool, he kindled a bright fire. When the kettle was boiling, the old man put a large piece of cheese on a long iron fork, and held it over the fire, turning it to and fro, till it was golden-brown on all sides.
From "Heidi" by Johanna Spyri

It has been such a gray and dull day that we decided to cheer us up by having raclette for dinner. We can't get the right kind of cheese in our small town but I have found that it freezes well. Every time I go to town I buy some, slice and freeze it.