Monday, June 28, 2010
A Brief Intermission . . .
This week, the Jack half of this blogging team is off at camp and so Janet will be confining herself to tweaking the colors and trying to figure out why the other blogs we're following aren't showing up. In the meantime, will anticipate a post card from the 12 year old reporting on cheese types at camp. Our geuss is shredded.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Honorary Cheeseheads
Earlier this week, we flew into the Milwaukee airport on our way back from Denver. As all experienced Midwestern cheese lovers will note, our route back to Chicago takes us past the awesome Mars' Cheese Castle. And, as many Midwestern cheese lovers know, you can only get good cheese curds in Wisconsin (Jack adds that Wisconsin produces 1,852,405,000 pounds of cheese annually). How could we miss this opportunity?
Wondering what a cheese curd is? For you poor, benighted souls who have never tried this delicacy, here's the definition Mars' Cheese Castle provides: "bite-sized chunks of cheese which have not been fully salted nor pressed into bricks of cheese."
But that dry definition hardly does these squeaky little morsels justice. We have no idea why they're squeaky, but they are (especially when they're fresh). And in spite of the fact that they aren't "fully" salted, they are, in fact, very salty compared with some other cheeses.
You can get a variety of cheese curd flavors -- yellow and orange cheddar, garlic herb, spicy, you name it. We're simple souls, however, and prefer the plainer flavors. In fact, they're addictive: so small you tend to keep popping them like jelly beans, sort of rubbery, salty and (did we mention this?) squeaky.
Our Wisconsin curds are almost gone now -- they survived a remarkable four days (perhaps a record in our household). Guess we'll have to plan another trip up north soon . . . good thing we're heading up to the Milwaukee Airport again in August!
Oh -- and for you deprived folks in other states, Mars' does ship - overnight!
Wondering what a cheese curd is? For you poor, benighted souls who have never tried this delicacy, here's the definition Mars' Cheese Castle provides: "bite-sized chunks of cheese which have not been fully salted nor pressed into bricks of cheese."
But that dry definition hardly does these squeaky little morsels justice. We have no idea why they're squeaky, but they are (especially when they're fresh). And in spite of the fact that they aren't "fully" salted, they are, in fact, very salty compared with some other cheeses.
You can get a variety of cheese curd flavors -- yellow and orange cheddar, garlic herb, spicy, you name it. We're simple souls, however, and prefer the plainer flavors. In fact, they're addictive: so small you tend to keep popping them like jelly beans, sort of rubbery, salty and (did we mention this?) squeaky.
Our Wisconsin curds are almost gone now -- they survived a remarkable four days (perhaps a record in our household). Guess we'll have to plan another trip up north soon . . . good thing we're heading up to the Milwaukee Airport again in August!
Oh -- and for you deprived folks in other states, Mars' does ship - overnight!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Welcome To Our Summer Cheese Blog!
It's summer. The homework is over, the days are long and we have some time to devote to our true passion: cheese. From cheese curds to Camembert, we would joyfully eat our way through mounds of the stuff, waddling happily home to collapse with a sigh into the hammock on the back deck.
Of course, at that rate the hammock itself would collapse. And so we do try to keep our cheese obsession under (moderate) control. But there's really nothing to be done about it; it runs in the family (Janet's family, at least). So we'll take the connoisseur's approach: instead of snarfing down as much Gouda as we can get our hands on, we'll stop for a minute, during these sunny summer days, to appreciate the myriad types of cheese that cross our path.
We can't promise it won't get ugly. We've often come close to blows when it comes to deciding who gets the last slice of Brie. But we'll try to keep it clean.
Of course, at that rate the hammock itself would collapse. And so we do try to keep our cheese obsession under (moderate) control. But there's really nothing to be done about it; it runs in the family (Janet's family, at least). So we'll take the connoisseur's approach: instead of snarfing down as much Gouda as we can get our hands on, we'll stop for a minute, during these sunny summer days, to appreciate the myriad types of cheese that cross our path.
We can't promise it won't get ugly. We've often come close to blows when it comes to deciding who gets the last slice of Brie. But we'll try to keep it clean.
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