With both children returned (albeit briefly) to stately Mercotan Manor for the holidays, tonight we took the opportunity to open up the official Cheese of Farewell, which this year was a 28 year old cheddar purchased earlier this fall at a meager $6/ounce.
An attempt to obtain some 40 year old cheddar at $10/ounce sadly came to naught. Demand for these extraordinary cheeses was too great. Both cheeses had recently been discovered in Oconto, Wisconsin, in the back of a cooler in a local cheese shop. Subsequent publicity had caused quite the international stir. But my good Mrs. did lay hands on a whole 8 oz. (in two packages) of this 1984 vintage (produced the same year my eldest daughter arrived on the scene!)
We all sampled the cheese plain, slightly warmed up but still with a bit of refrigerator chill on it. No crackers, no accompaniment.
Since there were 5 of us, I created 5 little cubes of cheese. It tried to crumble when you even glanced at it, but the shards were at least large enough to consume separately.
So smooth! So creamy! I was amazed. It just melted in our mouths, leaving behind a few little crunchy protein/salt crystal bits. Yet so sharp, and so full of flavor.
I regularly nosh on 6 and 7 year old cheddar, and I’ve had 13 year old cheddar before, and thought that was sharp. This was a new level. The smallest sliver of this stuff delivered an incredibly tasty mouthful of flavor. Yet the smoothness of the cheese kept the mouth from puckering or drying out, like one can get with dryer cheeses.
The first pass of the cheddar cubes was so well-received that it had to be repeated. 5 more tiny cubes, a bit bigger than your standard dice were cut, and distributed, and slowly nibbled and savored.
What to do with the rest? I imagine sprinkling the crumbles on hot, buttered sourdough bread, spread with some extra old marmite. Or maybe alternating a tiny sliver of cheese with a few pomegranite seeds. My ultimate fantasy would be a grilled cheese sandwich with this stuff, but that seems waaaaay too indulgent to be actually carried out.
4 oz. are still wrapped and unbroken, to be saved for perhaps another few years. But the 2 oz of opened stuff won’t be allowed to spoil or languish. A bit will go back with my eldest daughter to her home, to share with her hub, who couldn’t join us. But I will enjoy the rest. Perhaps on a thin wafer of neutronium…