
For lunch, horse steak, rare, at a cafeteria type place. And it was delicious! Finally, a country in which I can eat meat reeeally rare, as it should be. I should expect this, coming from the people that eat steak tartar!
Next we drove up up up through beautiful mountains...that were mostly covered in clouds. Still lovely though. We were heading to Broc and the Nestle chocolate factory...which turned out to be closed this time of year to tourists. Drat! We had to walk a while (in the cold and rain) to figure this out, though because the sign in the parking lot said 'Visitors are actually not permitted, as usual,' leaving us confused and no closer to figuring out whether the factory was open or not. Apparently, Asia is not the only place to find amusing bad English!
However...the local Gruyères cheese factory is never closed! For those of you who have been wondering how that famous Swiss cheese is made, now's your chance to satisfy your curiosity. Also, 49% of all Gruyères cheese is made in the canton of Fribourg. Hmm.




And here, for those of you that have been complaining that there aren't enough pictures of ME, is Jessica, myself, and a painted cow sculpture.

And to proove that it's COLD, this is the view from the old castle in the village above the cheese factory. They say that thos mountains are very impressive...when you can see them.

Also, they say 'viola!' all the time here! I don't know if all French do that, or just the French-speaking Swiss, but it's awesome. Someone hands you back your umbrella: 'viola!' Someone gives you your package at the bakery: 'viola!' I love it! It's like I'm in a perminant magic show.
5 comments:
Michelle, poor use of "First, Then, Next, Last." I read, "First, Then, Then, Finally." Ten points off. Although you seem to have a photographic memory for the cheese-making process. I think my idealistic vision of Swiss cheese-making was ruined though. Giant vats? Cheese dudes? I pictured one crusty old guy in a giant field. Oh well, thanks for the pictures :-)
GM: Yeah, I kind of felt the same way about the automated cheese making. The milk is still really fresh, though, and then cows still have bells and get herded up into the mountains every summer, so maybe that makes the automated cheese alright. Also, in order to be a cheese dude, you have to go through this apprentancship first. Very old world.
Lawwwwren: (Lawww...taken from Erica) Whoops, hahaha. They yell violin and cello as well! Especially while yodeling.
That's reeeally funny what Baohua said--what would she do if I told her I knew that she was evil?!
Voila -- I have Gruyere in my fridge right this minute! I wonder if it was made in Fribourg. I'll check when I get home, and then I will eat it.
I am also fond of the "voila," but the way most Americans spell it is a huge pet peeve of mine. I'm so tired of seeing it spelled "wa-laa." It's French, people! Get with it! (Not you, of course, or your very intelligent blog readers. I'm talking to all of the dumb Americans out there.)
Anne--do you know that you write the funniest blog comments? Well, you do and should continue, I very much appreciate them! And where was the cheese from then?
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