Food52
My mother-in-law grew up in class-conscious, post-war England. Her mother was determined not to have her children’s social status be evident by less-than-exemplary table manners. So family lore presents her as unbending in her instruction of the proper dos and don’ts of sharing a formal meal. By her standards, the only food permissibly eaten with your fingers -- and not a fork -- was asparagus. This appetizer is a nod to eating asparagus sans silverware. Note: The obvious cheese to use here is parmesan reggiano given the prosciutto, but I think it adds a bit too much salt. And since I read a profile on Dame Helen Mirren last spring in which she confessed to always keeping a piece of good quality Comté in her fridge, I do as well in hopes that it will be the magic ingredient for me, too, to look fabulous in a bikini at 60.