Cheese is something you either like or you don’t. When I was a little girl my knowledge of cheese was limited to that waxy yellowish orange stuff that came wrapped in individual slices. Then I discovered cheddar cheese but it too was that same color. Time marched on and there were things like Velveeta (I just heard some of you cheese connoisseurs cringe; calm yourselves) pimento cheese, cream cheese, and that funny stuff in a spray can which was more fun than truly edible.
But once I was out of college and began to travel more I discovered there was a lot of cheese making going on out there in the world. Some of it was fantastic (Gouda, Brie, Manchego) and some of it was just why in the world would anyone make this let alone eat it – I’m looking at you Limburger and that really bad chunk of Stilton I had once. Actually, that Stilton was just one bad slice from a shop that I never went back to. I’ve since had some that while it is still not my favorite it wasn’t too bad.
This photo was taken in 2012 in the Grand Central Station market in New York. I’ve been meaning to go back and photograph the market again but there is just so much to see and do in NYC that it hasn’t happened – yet! Looking at the prices then I was shocked and I don’t even want to imagine what they are now. Why are these cheeses so expensive? Any ideas? Some nice crusty bread and a chunk of that Drunken Goat and some fruit along with a bottle of what got the goat tipsy sounds like a great luncheon plan for the weekend.
(Back to PT today…sigh)