I took a beautiful brioche home today, and one of the chefs told me I should make croques monsieur with it. I had no idea what else to make tonight, so I thought, why not.
I splurged at Whole Foods on some Kerrygold butter after listening to Emily and Sabena get all hot and bothered about it last night. And I bought a ham steak, which is something I probably never would have bought otherwise. It’s totally delicious. I’ve spent the last several years thinking I don’t like ham, when in fact there’s nothing better. It’s everything I want out of meat: It’s tender. It’s juicy. It’s salty. With melted Gruyère and Kerrygold, it’s divine.
The béchamel sauce was a last-minute addition; the brioche started to look a bit dry. Is this all there is to béchamel? Am I missing something? I melted two tablespoons of butter, whisked in two tablespoons of flour, added a cup of milk, a bay leaf, seasoning, and stirred it for two minutes. It certainly tasted like béchamel. It looks a little perverted on my sandwich, but it made it twice as good, especially mixed with the roasted tomato. (Tomatoes may not be in season, but they are on sale, and I was roasting them anyway.)