You know that saying: “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”? Well, that was me with cottage cheese here in France. That weird, lumpy stuff that I shunned as a kid and grew to enjoy as an adult was something I’d pick up on a whim at the supermarket in Australia or England.
The first time I felt that whim in a supermarket in France, I was surprised that it wasn’t on the shelves. I figured it must be out of stock, and I remembered to look for it on my following visit. The search for cottage cheese soon became an obsession, with me checking not just my regular supermarket, but supermarkets in all of Haute Savoie if I happened to be driving by. I was sure that the giant Auchan in Annecy would stock it, but I was wrong. After more than a year, I had given up checking random supermarkets. But I still kept checking on each visit to my local supermarket just in case.
Almost five years later, when I was picking up a few treats on the way through to a BBQ, my eyes were drawn to some green and white packaging, as if it were a glowing holy grail. In a moment that resembled the Tim Tam discovery (a huge gasp and hugging the Tim Tams), I shrieked “Cottage cheese!” in a thankfully empty aisle of Carrefour in Thônes. Yes, the supermarket that brings you Cathedral City Mature now brings you cottage cheese – Recette Anglaise (English recipe) style. I bought it and the next day I wallowed at home in the goodness of the lumpy, squeaky stuff. I ate an entire tub. The second tub was gone within a few more days. That was a few weeks ago. Have I bought it since? Nope. Why? Meh, I don’t miss it now that I know I can get it, of course.