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pantryslutSo, I went to the Ferry Plaza farmer's market after a long absence Saturday morning. Didn't buy much besides bread, pears, and yogurt, because I'm already overstocked on greens and oranges at home.
The farmer's market had a little "artisan cheesemakers" program going at the north end of the hall. This week, Wisconsin cheesmakers were featured. (They were all probably in town for the Fancy Food Show, but that's another story.) Oooh. Cheese of my native Midwest. I had to go take a peek.
There were, I think, four cheesemakers with their wares on display. I skipped the smoked cheeses and the blue, because they're not to my taste. The Swiss was admirable but also not quite up my alley. The havarti was tasty enough to justify buying a hunk down the way at Cowgirl Creamery.
But then there was the cheddar.
The cheddarmaker was none other than the folks who make the cheddar that I buy every year when I go to Wiscon. Their name is Hook. They had samples of their five, seven, and ten year cheddars...
...but they were sold out of anything larger. Argh! How unfair, to taunt me that way!
But they do have a direct order number, I note. You bet I hustled away with a flyer, making plans.
You must understand, I dream of this cheese all year round. I make plans around it when I go to Wisconsin. This is the ultimate cheddar cheese as far as I am concerned. Others may have their favorites, but this is mine by a mile.
It's OK when it's far away. But when it's so close, yet still out of reach...torture, for sure. But delicious cheddary torture, a taste of fulfillment and then no more.
Yeah, I sure like that cheese.
I was also deprived of my chance at Sprecher root beer this weekend, another Wisconsin specialty. Clearly it is a curse.
The farmer's market had a little "artisan cheesemakers" program going at the north end of the hall. This week, Wisconsin cheesmakers were featured. (They were all probably in town for the Fancy Food Show, but that's another story.) Oooh. Cheese of my native Midwest. I had to go take a peek.
There were, I think, four cheesemakers with their wares on display. I skipped the smoked cheeses and the blue, because they're not to my taste. The Swiss was admirable but also not quite up my alley. The havarti was tasty enough to justify buying a hunk down the way at Cowgirl Creamery.
But then there was the cheddar.
The cheddarmaker was none other than the folks who make the cheddar that I buy every year when I go to Wiscon. Their name is Hook. They had samples of their five, seven, and ten year cheddars...
...but they were sold out of anything larger. Argh! How unfair, to taunt me that way!
But they do have a direct order number, I note. You bet I hustled away with a flyer, making plans.
You must understand, I dream of this cheese all year round. I make plans around it when I go to Wisconsin. This is the ultimate cheddar cheese as far as I am concerned. Others may have their favorites, but this is mine by a mile.
It's OK when it's far away. But when it's so close, yet still out of reach...torture, for sure. But delicious cheddary torture, a taste of fulfillment and then no more.
Yeah, I sure like that cheese.
I was also deprived of my chance at Sprecher root beer this weekend, another Wisconsin specialty. Clearly it is a curse.
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Date: 2005-01-24 07:03 pm (UTC)Schultz's Cheese Haus
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Date: 2005-01-24 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-24 07:48 pm (UTC)All three of my coworkers are currently at the Fancy Food show. (I work for a food liquidation company.) My boss had offered to buy me a ticket for Sunday, but spending an entire day walking around a work-related trade show felt too much like working on my day off (plus, would have been murder on my back), so I declined.
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Date: 2005-01-25 01:55 am (UTC)no subject
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