So, a few days ago, I took it on myself as director of nonsense to post a graphic from "illustrator and wise-ass" Dyna Moe's hipster animal tumblr. I thought the artisanal charcuterie pig captured something about the eerie way sausage makers are suddenly a lot cooler than they used to be, with a nod towards the rather hipsterish meme of mascots who eat themselves.
Along with the blog post, I sent out a tweet asking why there wasn't an artisan cheesemaker version. This got picked up by somepigseattle (don't know why he chimed in-- he already had his pig), and our collective badgering prompted a reply:
Inside each of us is a grilled-cheese-loving kid lost in a land of worldly spin on such pedestrian cravings. In case you have been living in a cave for the past ten years, Americans have a reputation for unhealthy eating and obesity associated with our comfort and fast foods, compared to those foods enjoyed for centuries by our healthier brothers and sisters nestled alongside the Mediterranean Sea. But who can deny the not-only want, but NEED for a grilled cheese every so often? I can’t, and today’s lunch was no exception as I got my “old world” on. Fueled by a trip to Trader Joes, I have unearthed a most delicious cheese and created an unforgettable sandwich: Mediterranean-Inspired Grilled Asiago.
I would like to give a sarcastic thank you to Will, my boss of this Culture Magazine Internship, for my recent debt. Since I began my internship with Culture, I have been sampling many different cheeses on numerous occasions. So far, I have tasted fine cheese at two events with Culture, Cochon 555 and California’s Artisan Cheese Festival, and other samplings have occurred during my personal explorations.
I have recently noticed myself loitering around cheese sections of supermarkets for longer periods of time than usual. I have also noticed my pockets feel a little lighter… and my fridge is filling up with artisan cheeses and interesting accompaniments (latest purchase: Ficoco, a fig and cocoa jam).
It turns out that I have been spending up to $20 a week on cheese! This is not good for my bank account or my waistline. I better cut back on this absurd expenditure before I become obese and poor… or perhaps you could give me free samples whilst I work, Will? Just an idea…
During my study abroad year at UC Davis, I have made many American friends as well as international. Two of my closest friends here in Davis are from Spain. They are particularly proud of their food traditions. I have enjoyed a fair amount of Jamon Serrano, Rioja and many, many Spanish omelettes (some with the addition of chips… not the healthiest of student meals!). As much as I have enjoyed these Spanish products, I have taken a particular liking for the almighty Manchego.
By Chance, by Choice, by Design… they all make the Grade!
Tomorrow I turn 30. This time last year I was crossing my fingers we'd be using the new milking parlor by my birthday. Well, we were a week late, but it was close. Here's hoping my birthday wish for this year, starting construction on the creamery, follows the same pattern. In the interim, how about a little history about the herd. Its not quite a "How To" for starting a goat dairy, but gives insight into how some of us get here!
While at the Craft Brewers Conference, Lassa and I stumbled into the Pink Boots Society, http://pinkbootssociety.org/, annual meeting. Quite unlike the 5/1 men/women ratio in the rest of the conference, the room was jammed with women in brewing; brewmasters, QA specialists, pub owners, marketers, retailers, distributors, etc. There were seasoned pros and newbies.
Sebbie Buhler of Rogue Ales (and label model on Rogue Chocolate Stout) introduced us as culture founders, and urged all pink booters (ies?) to discover cheese. And afterward, we got the chance to meet many of them.
While working on a post about yogurt, I stumbled across this marvelous, demented commercial out on YouTube-- hadn't seen it in the wild, but it's running on TV somewhere: