I have to disagree with you here, ol’ pal, even though I am an avid armchair follower of your epicurean adventuring…the booger has a certain richness and melting texture that not even the finest brie can hope to match. Pass the crackers.
MMmmmmm… Brie.
Not the funky American Brie, but good smelly French Brie is definitely the ticket here.
Brie baked in puff pastry with a onion, garlic and red wine compote.
Brie broiled on a portobello mushroom.
Brie on a toasted baguette smeared with unsalted butter.
Heck, just about any kind of cheese can make my day. I’m quite fond of sheep and goat milk cheeses–I absolutely adore fresh chevre.
[sub]pssst… hey, Uke…[/sub]
If you’re seriously looking for raw milk cheeses, contact the Cheese Store of Beverly Hills: http://www.cheesestorebh.com
They are the only place that I know of that has raw milk cheese (they have been going under the gov’t radar for years and I don’t know how much longer they’ll be keeping them in stock). You can order from them, and they will ship overnight anywhere in the US.
Beverly Hills? We ain’t got no Beverly Hills. We don’t need no Beverly Hills. I don’t have to show you any stinking Beverly Hills.
You is talking to a NEW YORKER, my son.
You want stinky cheese? You want ILLEGAL stinky cheese? C’mere…I can get you raw milk cheese on the Upper East Side, I can get you raw milk cheese on Bleecker Street, I can get you raw milk cheese in Brooklyn. I can get you cheese smuggled into this country in people’s SOCKS and UNDERPANTS.
Pass the crackers.
Count me in for Brie, 20+ years now - and I’m only 31.
True story: 8th grade French class, taught by honest-to-God annoyingly petite Frenchwoman Annie Solomon. She goes to the trouble of buying and bringing to class a wheel of the good stuff, to open the minds and palates of 30-odd whitebread New Jersey schoolkids. Most of them shared the sentiments of the OP here. Me, however, I had a mom who got me started on the cheeses of the world at an early age. I delighted gobbled up the servings of 4 or 5 timid-minded classmates around me. MMMmmmm, Brie.
- Dave
BGH:
You didn’t go to MKA, did you?
[monty python]
“‘Have you got any?’, he asked, expecting the answer ‘No’”
[/monty python]
[sub]I don’t care how excrementally runny it is, hand it over with all speed[/sub]
Representing a cheese lover (me) and a not-really cheese lover (my wife), we both love the stuff. It’s always part of our appetizer plate when we have company over, topped with dried cranberries and pine nuts. Yum. 