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impala-dreamer · 5 years ago

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Midnight Movie Marathon

SPN FanFic

~Dean finally gets some time alone to kick back in his mancave and watch his favorite movies on the tube, only, he comes to find... he's not actually alone...~

Dean x Reader

3,295 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Masturbation. Voyeurism. Teensy bit of Dom!Dean, but not really. Awkward, Blushy!Dean. Multiple, Wet Orgasms. Oral. Doggy. Loads of... ahem... cum. Enjoy!

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Dean smiled proudly as he looked down at his creation.

The bread was crisp, the lettuce shredded to perfection, just a hint of tomato, and turkey for days. Sam would have rolled his eyes at the good three inches of sliced turkey and deli Swiss cheese that towered inside his sandwich, but Sammy wasn’t there.

Dean was alone for once. The Bunker was empty. He was happy. He was gonna sit in his man cave, eat his impossibly perfect sandwich, drink some beer, and watch the Back to the Future marathon on TBS.

Just so he didn’t have to get up for a while, Dean tucked four beers under his left arm and a fresh bag of chips under the other. He was prepared.

He was not, however, prepared to find that he was not alone, and that his Fortress of Deanitude had another occupant.

Y/N was huddled underneath her fuzzy purple blanket, sitting in his favorite recliner.

“Oh, hey, Dean,” she mumbled softly when he came in, jumping a bit as if he had startled her.

“Hey,” he sighed back, realizing that his alone time was null and void. “Didn’t realize anyone else was around.”

Y/N bit her lip and scooted upwards a bit. Her knees dropped and the blanket shifted down from underneath her chin, exposing a bit of her plain white tee. She swallowed hard and took a breath. “Neither did I.” She smiled but found it hard to make eye contact. “Thought you were going out with Sam.”

Dean clicked his tongue and sat down on the couch across the way. Since the addition of more occupants to the Bunker, they’d added a few more seats, though the lazy boy on the right was still his favorite. “Was gonna say the same to you.” He set the sandwich down next to him and the chips by its side.

“Nah, I… opted for some quiet time,” she said meekly.

Dean pursed his lips and shrugged. “Same.” Three of the beers lined up at his feet and he extended the fourth towards Y/N in offering.

Her hands were still hidden beneath the blanket and she shook her head. “No thanks. I’m good.”

“Cool.”

The pair fell silent for a while and Dean cracked open a bottle. The television glowed as the channel came back from commercial and he grinned.

“I didn’t miss it!”

Y/N looked over with a smile. “Nope. Just started like five minutes ago.”

Dean took a sip of beer and sat back, spreading his knees as he got comfortable on the couch. “I didn’t know you liked these movies.”

“How dare you,” Y/N gasped in mock disgust. “Why don’t you make like a tree and get out of here?”

Dean laughed at her quote, nearly spitting beer back into the bottle. “OK, OK,” he chuckled, “my apologies.”

Y/N nodded and then looked away, snuggling back down underneath her blanket. Dean turned his attention to the screen as well and popped open the bag of Lays.

The movie was comforting and familiar, and they both watched quietly, occasionally laughing over Dean’s crunching. Y/N had gone utterly silent, her knees back up, the blanket tented over her.

It was an odd way to sit, but Dean only eyed her vaguely as he picked up his sandwich, turning it around to find the perfect place to sink his teeth. Just as he spied the spot, Y/N took a heavy breath that caught his attention. His eyes floated over to her and she stretched backwards in slow motion, her eyes fluttering shut as her tongue darted out to cover her bottom lip.

Dean stared for a moment, wondering if he was just imagining things, but Y/N’s shoulders shuddered so violently for a moment that he was sure he wasn’t wrong.

The sandwich hung in limbo before his lips. His jaw dropped but caught no food. His eyes grew huge with curiosity, and a bit of lettuce cascaded down into his lap like tinker tape at a parade.

“Uh, Y/N?”

She startled and sat up a bit, her cheeks flushing as she turned her face to his. “What’s up?” Her voice cracked and her lips shook.

“I was gonna ask you that,” he said slowly, his eyes sliding down the plush blanket. “You OK over there?”

The smirk was beginning to light his lips, but Y/N bit her lip and turned back to the movie. “I’m fine.”

“Uh huh…”

Her head snapped back. “What do you mean, ‘uh huh’?”

Dean carefully placed his sandwich back on the plate in his lap and licked a bit of mayo from his middle finger. “I know what you’re doing over there.”

Her eyes widened slightly as she tried to retain her attitude. “I’m watching a movie.”

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

Dean leaned in, not caring that his sandwich was crushed momentarily. “You’re clickin’ the mouse, aren’tcha?”

Y/N’s jaw dropped and she stammered to find a reply. “That’s… what! Who… you’re...no. Ew.”

Dean nodded, a knowing smile polishing his lips. “Oh, yes you are. I know that face. You’re petting the cat.” She scoffed. “You’re dialing the rotary phone.” She gagged. “You’re choking the hot dog…”

“OK!” Y/N hollered, sitting up fully and ripping a hand out from under the blanket to wag at him. “First of all, I don’t have a hot dog to choke, as you’re well aware. Secondly… you’re disgusting.”

Dean licked his lips and zoned in on her scolding digit that was clearly shining with wetness. “Am I? I’m not the one rubbing one out to Back to the Future.”

Y/N huffed. “I’m not ru- I wasn’t… You’re not supposed to be here!”

“This is my room!” Dean laughed, sitting back in amazement.

“It’s a common area!”

“You’re even in my chair!”

“You want me to leave? Fine!” Y/N stood up in a huff, kicking the foot of the recliner down hard with her heels and letting the blanket fall away. Beneath it, she was half naked, pale gray cotton panties peeking out from under her shirt hem. And from what Dean could see… they were soaked.

His gaze fell to the darkened cotton and his mouth watered. “H-how long you been in here?” he said with a gulp.

She followed his stare down to her thighs and clenched them together, quickly picking up the blanket to cover herself. “I… well… you weren’t supposed to be here,” she said again, a slight whimper in her voice.

His lip was mysteriously snagged between his teeth, pulled there by some magical force. It popped out slowly as he looked up at her. “I can go,” he said softly, voice just as strained as hers. “Or…”

Y/N backed up slowly and let the blanket fall down a bit, exposing the tops of her thighs again. “Or?”

Dean let out a heated breath and went for it. “Or you could...keep going.” The smirk was on his lips but not in his voice; it wavered a bit at the end, unsure how she’d react.

“Oh…” She let out a breath and chewed her cheek as she moved back to the chair. There was a rhythm to her movements now, a look in her eye that made Dean relax and throb at the same time. “And what are you going to do?” Y/N asked softly, her lips curling around each word as her eyes narrowed upon him. “Watch?”

An enormous lump lodged itself in Dean’s throat and he coughed around it, unable to breathe for a long second. “Uh…yeah,” he finally confirmed, doing his best to control the color of his cheeks but failing miserably.

Y/N smiled at the bright pink of his face and flicked her wrist, sending the blanket billowing down to the floor like a parachute. “What would you like to see, Dean?” she teased, lifting her fingers to the bottom hem of her shirt.

His eyes fell to her thighs as she curled the fabric around her fingers slowly. “Th-that would be nice…”

She laughed sweetly. “Maybe this?” The shirt rose a little higher and Dean gasped at the sight of her panties in full. Wet, thin, perfect.

“Yeah. That.”

“These?”

Her nipples were hard, breasts full and delicious as they fell free of the shirt. Y/N pulled it fully away and threw it at him.

“Oh, those too,” he drooled, barely lifting his hands to catch the shirt as it smacked him in the face.

Hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties, Y/N wiggled her hips a bit, daring him to ask to see more.

Dean stopped her.

“Leave them on,” he whispered, leaning forward, gaze still transfixed by the dark gray cotton.

Y/N blushed and nodded. "OK...” Her hands fell to hang by her sides, patiently waiting.

When she didn't move for a while, Dean took a giant leap, sucked in a deep breath and said firmly, "Get back on the chair."

Y/N sighed deeply and smiled.

Dean watched in happy amazement as Y/N backed up to the recliner and sat down, never once taking her eyes off of him. They'd fooled around a few times, but it was always Trench Love, this was something else, something…

"Awesome," he whispered under his breath, mind frantic to catch up with reality. As Y/N waited, he cleared his throat and pressed on. "Turn towards me and spread your legs. Hook one over the side."

Y/N immediately moved, gracefully shifting in the cushioned chair and spreading her legs wide. Dean leaned his elbows on his knees and took in the sight, his jeans growing tighter by the second.

"What now...Sir?" Y/N teased, slowly testing out the word, watching carefully as Dean's emerald eyes ran the course of understanding. She'd always wondered about him…

He sat back and slung one arm casually over the back of the couch. "Show me what made those panties so wet." He hit the T hard and he swore it made her shiver just a tiny bit.

Y/N bit her lip as she complied, slowly lifting her hands to paw at her tits. They fit so perfectly in her hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh of each globe. Her eyes rolled when she tugged hard on her nipples and Dean had to readjust his seat.

"That's nice, Y/N," he said, voice smooth and deep. "But that's not what you were doing when I walked in here."

She licked her lips and lifted a sexy eyebrow, making sure to take her time. She dragged her hand slowly down her bare tummy, nails scratching gently, and turned her fingers downwards to lay against her panties.

Dean watched on as she pushed at the crotch of the wet cotton, shoulders trembling as the cool cloth rubbed her flesh. She let her eyes fall closed as she rocked her hips steadily up against her hand, fingers teasing her hole as her clit met the heel of her hand.

She moaned softly.

"That's it," Dean growled. "That's the face you were making when I got here."

His voice made her legs tense and the soft flesh of her inner thighs shook temptingly, but Dean held firm.

"Feel good?"

"Yeah," she breathed. "Feels so good…" Her back arched off the side of the chair and her toes curled under.

Dean's right hand slid to his thigh, thick thumb teasing the line of his erection through the denim as he stared. "You're not gonna cum, are you?"

Her voice was as shaky as her legs. "I...I...fuck."

Dean chewed his lip and let it pop out slowly as his hand moved over another inch. "How 'bout you slip those fingers underneath?"

Y/N sighed in relief and then mewed as her hand touched skin, fingers dipping into the slick heat of her hungry cunt. "Fuck! So wet. Oh my God, Dean."

He palmed his dick, pushing down hard and rolling his hips. "Nice and tight, baby?"

The gravel in his words made her melt. "Yeah," she gasped, pumping her fingers roughly. "So tight. Fuck!"

He watched her hand move beneath the gray, the speed increasing as her breath caught in her throat. She was ready to pop. He curled his hand around his dick and swallowed the mess of drool in his mouth.

"Go ahead, Y/N," he said gently. "Cum nice and hard for me."

She let out a cry through clenched teeth and Dean's jaw hung as her body shook. The dark patch of gray grew wider and Y/N seemed to settle, but her hand kept going.

"Dean," she whimpered. "I need…I…" Her head lifted and she met his gaze with pleading eyes.

His bottom lip quivered. "What, baby, tell me what you need."

She growled in frustration and rubbed at her swollen clit, wet fingers sliding easily. "Need to cum again. Fuck!" Her legs closed inwards and her entire body pulsed with pleasure.

"Do it!" He tried to keep the enthusiasm at a minimum but to hell with looking cool. This was hot as fuck.

"Gahh!" Y/N shouted as she came again and a stream of wetness soaked through her panties and dribbled onto the floor.

Dean lost his mind. "Fuck. Did you just?"

Y/N whined desperately. "Yeah…" She twisted on the chair and kept rubbing. "Need...more. Shit."

"F-fuck. Do it." He pushed up against his hand and moaned, his cock painfully full. "Let me see."

Y/N wiggled around, struggling to peel the soaked cotton from her body, nearly falling off of the chair in the process.

"Don't hurt yourself, Y/N…"

"Shut up, Dean!" Back in place, she opened her knees wide and spread her pussy lips with two fingers, moaning as the cool air hit her.

"Fuck, you're a mess." He gave in, opening his belt. Her cunt was glistening, dripping, calling to him, but he kept his seat.

"Dean," she breathed, chest heaving as she shoved three fingers deep inside.

"I'm here, baby," he assured, yanking leather from metal.

"Dean…" Her body locked tight as she frantically fucked her pussy, fingers curling deep.

"Do it!" He popped his button.

"Fuck!" Toes and shoulders curled inwards as she came, squirting like a fountain, cum splashing down onto the floor in a little puddle of release.

Dean moaned loudly and ripped his zipper down. "Shit!"

Y/N didn't stop. She pumped even faster, other hand slapping at her aching clit until the tension crested again. "Dean!" His name echoed and the stream was heavy, spilling down into her cupped hand and flooding down her ass onto the chair.

Still, she kept going. "Can't...can't stop!" she cried, left hand clawing at her tits as she rubbed her dripping cunt.

Dean couldn't wait any longer, couldn't sit back and jerk off while such a beautiful pussy was in need.

He tried to stand but his knees were weak, so he crawled, hands and knees carrying him to her in a daze. His mouth was watering, his ears ringing.

Y/N gasped when his lips hit her clit, sucking fast and hard as her taste flooded his mouth. He moaned happily and devoured her, licking up her mess before shoving his big tongue into her pulsing hole.

"Fuck, Dean!" She let go, moving her dripping fingers to his head, spiking his short hair with the wetness.

He mumbled into her pussy, greedily lapping at her flesh, desperate to feel the surge against his face.

It didn’t take long.

He lifted his eyes as he replaced his tongue with two thick fingers and watched as she broke, her body flailing as she came again. It shot out of her in a hot stream as her cunt tried to push his fingers out, and he closed his mouth around her, drinking it all down.

Her hand dropped from his hair and tugged on his ear, trying to pull him up. Reluctantly, Dean pulled away and rose up to meet her hazy gaze.

Y/N sat up and lunged at him, kissing him hard and moaning at the taste of herself on his lips. “Fuck.”

“Agreed,” he laughed when she slid away.

She looked drunk, head wobbling on her neck, face flushed, lips ruddy from her teeth. She reached down between their bodies and slid her fingertips into his already open jeans, groaning as she felt his hard cock. “Need it, Dean,” she begged. “Need to cum on your cock. Please. Please!”

“Fuck, baby.” Dean’s heart was racing as he backed up for a quick pause, just long enough to drop his pants. He was hard as a rock and he fisted the base, growling at the pressure.

Y/N wasn’t waiting much longer. She stood up when Dean did and flipped over onto her stomach, bending herself over the arm of the recliner. She wiggled her ass for him, spreading her legs as wide as she could and presented her leaking cunt for him.

“Need you,” she begged again, arms stretching across the chair to hold on to the other side.

Dean bit his tongue and grabbed her ass, gently kneading the meaty flesh as he lined up.

“Please!” Y/N pushed back and impaled herself, moaning loudly as his cock filled her up.

He slid right in, Dean’s knees shaking at the slick heat that engulfed him. She was tight and wet and hot; his mind couldn’t take it.

“Damnit, Y/N, fuck!” He gave her ass a hard crack with his left hand and held onto her hip with his right.

“Hard, please…” she moaned, her face falling into the cushions, muffling her voice. “Fuck me hard.”

“You got it.” The hand on her ass migrated up, tangling in her hair and giving it a firm tug. Her head snapped up and back and her moan was enough to get Dean moving fast. His thighs slammed against her, his cock ramming into her juicy cunt again and again until her voice rang loud.

“Jesus, fuck!”

He felt her cumming, cunt closing in on him, resisting his thrusts as it tightened. He slammed in hard and she came, the flood soaking his cock, running like a river down his thick thighs. He couldn’t breathe. “Fuck, Y/N!”

She shook against him, body weak and finally spent. He let her hair go and her head lolled back down, a pull toy whose string was too slack.

Dean locked his hands around her hips and grunted as he came, shooting into her slick cunt so quickly that a wave of dizziness stuck him and he fell forward, covering her naked spine with his soft flanneled chest.

Y/N sucked in a refreshing breath and gave his head a nudge with her shoulder. “Kinda crushing me, dude…”

He laughed and pushed up, wiping a bit of shine off of his cheek. “Holy shit, Y/N/N…”

She moaned as he pulled out and another shower drenched her thighs. “Uh… yeah.”

Dean staggered backwards, nearly tripping over the jeans hooked on his boots. “That was…”

Y/N stretched and smiled. “Yeah.”

He looked down, eyes still clouded, lips turned in a dumbstruck smile. “I like you,” he slurred.

Y/N laughed and patted his cheek. “I like you too,” she said, smiling up at him sweetly. “Now go get a mop. You made a mess.”

“Me?” Dean gasped, clutching imaginary pearls.

“Well, it wasn’t Marty McFly!”

Dean raised his brows and dipped his chin. “Come on, it was a little bit Marty McFly…”

Y/N shrugged him off but laughed over her shoulder as she turned away to grab her panties. “Yeah… maybe a little…”

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thuthu220100 · 4 years ago

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Croque Monsieur is a hot ham and cheese sandwich, done the French way! Béchamel sauce, ham, cheese and a smear of Dijon mustard, grilled until it’s oozing, this sandwich is the king of grilled cheeses!

Look away if you’re dieting: this recipe calls for not one, not two, but THREE different types of cheese. If we’re going to make this, let’s go all the way and do it right! To all the French readers out there – let me know how I did??

Croque Monsieur

If there is one thing I think you can count on with the French when it comes to cooking, it’s their knack for taking things up a notch in the grand pursuit of edible bliss. Usually – and quite rightly! – this involves the addition of (more) butter, (more) cream, (more) cheese or simply (more) flavour!

Take the humble grilled ham and cheese sandwich. While the rest of the world will slap a piece of ham and cheese between two bits of floppy bread and call it lunch, the French are dining on THIS:

Need further convincing? I submit the following!

Paris Mash – The world’s most ridiculously decadent mashed potato;

Potato Dauphinoise – A simple potato bake, but hit with lashings of cream and cheese!;

Beef Bourguignon – Arguably the king of all stews, packed with flavours of red wine, bacon and rich, lip-smacking beef stock!

French Onion Soup – Who else but the French would insist on standing around stirring onions at the stove for 30 minutes to extract maximum possible flavour?

Paris Mash (Rich Creamy Mashed Potato)

Beef Bourguignon (Beef Burgundy)

Potatoes au Gratin (Dauphinoise)

OK, so I share those thoughts in jest! The true origins of Croque Monsieur actually remain largely unknown. Tales range from French workers who left their lunch boxes too close to a hot radiator, to a Parisian bistro owner who had to improvise when he ran out of baguettes (hard to imagine in France!)

Whether borne of an accident or the mind of an ingenious French chef, we can all agree a world with Croque Monsieur in it is a happier place (though my butt may not agree!)

What you need for Croque Monsieur

Here’s what you need to make Croque Monsieur. Yes, it’s more than just bread, ham and cheese – see my opening statements!

For our béchamel sauce, we need:

Cream and milk – You could substitute the cream with more milk if you want, but it will reduce the richness of the béchamel! Richness = goodness …

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Butter and flour – The basis for our roux, which thickens our béchamel sauce; and

Nutmeg and pepper – A touch of spicing for our béchamel. A dash of nutmeg complements a béchamel beautifully.

And here’s what we need for the rest of our Croque Monsieur:

Ham – Preferably smoked (who doesn’t love smoked ham?), but any ham is good here.

Gruyere and Swiss cheese – The main cheeses! Gruyere is an Alpine cheese from Switzerland. It has a pleasantly sweet and nutty flavour, and melts well, making it an ideal choice for a Croque Monsieur. “Swiss cheese” is a generic name for mass-produced cheese made in the style of Alpine cheeses, specifically milder emmental cheese. We use it here as it conveniently comes in sliced form for sandwiches, and it’s also cheaper than the real stuff. Feel free to use all Swiss cheese, or all gruyere (or other Alpine cheeses, eg. comté , emmental) – or a mix! It’s all up to your budget, what you have and what you like.

Parmesan – Alpine cheeses are relatively mild, so parmesan boosts the savoury oomph and saltiness to just where we want it, as well as giving the top of the Croque Monsieur a gorgeous crusty golden crown;

Dijon mustard – Superb in any ham and cheese sandwich, and no exception here! It brings some welcome tang and another flavour layer to the sandwich; and

Butter – For pan-searing our Croque Monsieur in buttery goodness before it’s finished in the oven!

How to make Croque Monsieur

There are a few more steps involved than slapping a piece of ham and cheese between two pieces of bread. But believe me, it’s worth it. This is no mere snack we’re crafting here, this is an event. That moment when you pull this oozing, molten beauty out of the oven, and take that first bite … it’s truly one of the most heavenly eating experiences one can have on this fragile earth!

1. Béchamel sauce

A thick, spreadable Béchamel is used in place of butter to slather on each piece of bread, as well as slathering the top piece of bread. While it is made in the same way as the cheese sauce for things like Mac and Cheese, we make it much thicker so it can be spread like butter.

The simplest Croque Monsieurs actually forego any Béchamel sauce. For me though it’s an essential feature that absolutely makes the Croque Monsieur!

Heat the milk and cream in a saucepan, just until hot. This makes it incorporate much easier and more smoothly into the flour/butter mixture which is especially key in this Béchamel Sauce because it’s so thick;

Roux – Make the roux by melting butter, then adding the flour and cooking it on a low heat for 3 minutes to cook out the raw flour. Don’t let the mixture become golden. We want the Béchamel Sauce to be white;

Add hot milk – Pour in half the hot milk mixture while stirring constantly (trick to make the Béchamel lump free). Once the milk is incorporated into the roux, then add the remaining milk mixture and mix until combined; and

Thicken – Cook, stirring constantly, until the mixture is so thick that you can spread it like peanut butter on bread. This will only take a minute or so because the ratio of flour to milk in this Béchamel is higher than normal so it’s spreadable rather than pourable.

Once done, take it off the stove and set aside until required. It’s fine if the Béchamel Sauce cools down. It will become thicker but still be spreadable, and it will heat up when we pan fry and bake the Croque Monsieur.

2. Assembly

And here is how to assemble the Croque Monsieur:

Slather a slice of untoasted white bread with Béchamel Sauce;

Place two pieces of cheese on top, folding as needed to make them fit. Then spread the cheese with Dijon mustard. I know this seems unusual to spread the mustard on the cheese but there’s a good reason: if you spread it on the bread, it mixes in with the Béchamel Sauce and you can’t taste it! Neat, huh?

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Layer on ham and then spread the ham with more Dijon mustard;

Top with another layer of cheese (yes, you heard me!);

Spread Béchamel on another piece of bread; and

Close the sandwich.

3. Cooking

We’re on the home stretch! I did forewarn you that there were a few more steps involved than a regular grilled cheese or ham sandwich for your lunchbox … and it’s worth it!

Pan fry sandwich in a skillet using melted butter (naturally – did you expect anything else??);

Place seared sandwich on a tray and slather the top with the remaining Béchamel Sauce;

Sprinkle with gruyere cheese, then parmesan;

Bake for 15 minutes, and finally switch oven to the grill/broiler setting for 3 minutes to get some lovely bronzing on the top.

Now transfer your divine cheesy creation to a plate, and dive into it immediately while it’s hot and oozy. Weep with joy!

When and how to serve Croque Monsieur

Traditionally Croque Monsieurs are served at cafes and are the type of thing you find as a casual lunchtime offering in France, maybe with a side salad and fries (because, you know, there’s not enough calories in the Croque Monsieur as it is!

). Outside of France, we might more commonly see it on breakfast and brunch menus.

And just when you thought it wasn’t possible to gild a lily any more, let me also mention the Croque Madame. This is a popular variation in France that serves no less than a sunny-side-up fried egg on top of an already-insanely-decadent Croque Monsieur!

Now that sounds like a perfect way to start a day!

– Nagi x

Watch how to make it

Croque Monsieur (French hot ham and cheese sandwich)

Recipe video above. Unapologetically calorific, this is the famous French hot ham and cheese sandwich! If you want to make it the traditional way, do not skimp on cheese or butter, and do not even think about using low fat anything.

While it's thought of as a brunch/breakfast, Croque Monsieur is typically served as lunch in France with a side of fries and simple salad.

Truly one of the greatest sandwiches in the world, one that I say everyone should experience at least once in their lives ….

Course Breakfast, Brunch, Light Lunch

Cuisine French

Keyword croque monsier, grilled cheese, ham and cheese sandwich

Prep Time 15 minutes

Cook Time 15 minutes

Servings 2

Calories 1440cal

Author Nagi

Ingredients

Bechamel:

1/2 cup milk

1/2 cup cream (pure or heavy / thickened)

1 1/2 tbsp / 25g unsalted butter

1 1/2 tbsp flour , plain / all-purpose

1/4 tsp salt , kosher/cooking salt

1 pinch white pepper

1/8 tsp nutmeg , preferably freshly ground

Sandwich:

4 slices sourdough bread , 1.5cm / ⅗" thick (Note 1)

8 slices Swiss or gruyere cheese (165g / 6 oz, enough for 2 layers a sandwich) (Note 2)

120g / 4 oz ham slices , preferably smoked

4 tsp Dijon mustard

30g / 2 tbsp unsalted butter

Topping:

1/2 cup gruyere cheese , shredded (packed cup, Note 2)

3 tbsp parmesan , finely shredded (Note 2)

Cups – Metric

Instructions

Preheat oven to 200°C/375°F (200°C fan).

Béchamel sauce:

Heat milk and cream: Place milk and cream in a saucepan over medium heat. Heat until steaming, but don't let it boil. Set aside.

Make roux: Melt butter in a separate small saucepan over medium heat, then turn the heat down to low. Add flour and cook, stirring almost constantly, for 3 minutes. Don't let it brown.

Add hot milk: While stirring, add half the milk. Once incorporated into the roux, mix in remaining milk. Mix for 30 seconds to a minute or until it thickens into a spreadable and soft butter-like consistency (ie. not runny). If you have lumps, whisk until gone. Remove from heat (it is OK if it cools).

Assemble for pan frying:

Spread with Bechamel: Spread half the béchamel over the 4 slices of bread, as though you are buttering them to make normal sandwiches! (Reserve half the béchamel for topping – though I prefer to keep a bit more than that for the top!)

Cheese + Dijon: Top two pieces of bread with 2 slices of gruyere or Swiss cheese each, then spread them with half the Dijon Mustard.

Ham + Dijon: Top with ham, then spread with remaining Dijon mustard.

Top each of the two slices with 2 more slices of cheese, then close sandwiches with the other slices.

Pan fry:

Melt butter in a skillet over medium to medium-high heat. Place sandwiches in the skillet, and cook for 2 minutes, pressing down lightly with an egg flip or spatula, until a deep golden brown.

Turn and cook the other side until golden brown. Transfer to a baking tray.

Bake then broil:

Topping: Slather remaining béchamel thickly on the upper pieces of bread. Sprinkle with Gruyere, then parmesan.

Bake and broil: Bake 15 minutes, then switch to the grill/broiler for 3 minutes and grill until the top is golden and bubbling.

Serve:

Immediately transfer to warmed serving plates, with knives and fork for serving (it's too messy to eat with hands.) For a traditional French bistro experience, add a side of fries and leafy greens lightly dressed in French Dressing or a basic vinaigrette. Devour and weep with joy! (Over the sandwich that is, not the salad!)

Notes

1. Bread choice – Use a bread with decent heft and structure, not something very soft and delicate like basic square loaf bread, otherwise it won’t hold up to the considerable weight of the fillings!

A sourdough that doesn’t have a very thick or too-chewy crust is ideal (I used Bowan Island sourdough from Harris Farms, in case you are interested!). Otherwise a ciabatta, pane di casa or other stone baked bread will work a treat.

If you only have a soft bread (like said standard sandwich bread), toast it first before assembling, that will help keep it intact. Also consider using two slices of bread (glued with an extra sprinkle of cheese) to form one!

2. Cheese choices – Comte and emmental are popular choices in France. Here in Sydney they can be harder to come by and can be expensive! Gruyere and generically labelled “Swiss cheese” are ideal alternatives.

While these are the most traditional cheeses for Croque Monsieur you could absolutely make this with any good melting cheese (cheddar, Colby, tasty, Monterey Jack etc) and it will still be insanely good. Give mozzarella a miss in this one, as while it melts well it tends to be quite bland in grilled cheeses.

3. Nutrition per sandwich. (I was scared to do this calculation. It is a lot but I think these values are somewhat exaggerated. Still, diet food this definitely ain’t! Wear loose pants while eating!!

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Nutrition

Life of Dozer

Dozer when I’m leaving:

And Dozer when I come home:

(Yes, it’s the same photo!

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