It stunk out my lab, laughed my brother when a Christmas cheese parcel arrived in Washington DC a few years back. I’d added Stinking Bishop to the Murray’s Cheese Shop’s online order because I’d read about it but I’d never … Continue reading Stinking Bishop at The Stinking Bishops
I can’t go to Christchurch without making a pilgrimage to the cheese stalls at the Christchurch Farmers Market at Riccarton, even when it’s cold and I’m sick. So like a plague-riddled mendicant I hauled my sorry self out of bed, … Continue reading My number one thing to do in Christchurch
$28 for 200g and a 2 hour round trip. Seems a lot to pay for a cheese. But the chance to finally taste the first NZ-made raw milk cheese had me heading over the hill to C’est Fromage in Featherston … Continue reading Raw milk goats cheese at C’est Cheese – who knew?
At last, a trip to the Dairy, no, not the corner store but Auckland’s latest specialty cheese shop. Headed by cheese afficionado Curd Nerd, this my dear friends is the cheesey shizzle. You gotta visit. Not just a cheese counter, … Continue reading The Dairy in Ponsonby – cheese Nirvana
Nestled on the fringes of the Christchurch Arts Centre is a treasure trove of cheesey delight – the Canterbury Cheesemonger’s shop. I was down in the shakey city recently and at last got to visit. Earthquakes had conspired against me … Continue reading Canterbury Cheesemongers – cheese in shakey town
Stepping into the cheese cave at Richmond Hill Cafe & Larder is like stepping into an Alladin’s cave. Stacked on shelves, lolling on slabs of wood and marble, crowding into every nook and cranny is a panolpy of cheeses. Earthy, subterranean smells enveloped me and I felt cheese to the bone. I felt transported to France and loved it. Richmond Hill Cafe & Larder This was my second cheese stop in Melbourne and like La Latteria it had friendly staff and generous tastings. I could have whiled away hours in that cave, with cheesemonger Nadia slicing, smearing and slivering me … Continue reading Cheesemongers – finding and talking with these cheese heros
Cupped in my palm, it wobbled like a breast, a Marie Antoinette of a breast, all milky white and delicate. This was Burrata, a filled Mozzarella that Rog and I had trekked across Melbourne to find. I was in cheese geek heaven, for in my possession was a rare and fabled fresh cheese, unseen in Wellington. Another cheese notch on my bed post. I carefully brought it back to the hotel and created a bed of salad ingredients on which to place it. Though I had no olive oil to anoint this lovely treasure, it lay white and prone on … Continue reading La Latteria, Burrata and Melbourne – Let them eat cheese!
Life’s getting better in Wellington, partly because of the cheese mongers who are popping up across town. Last weekend I met Sally from Evansdale cheese. She’s one of the growing band of cheese lovers bringing small-scale, artisan and imported cheeses to the Capital. Alongside our emerging market culture, there’s been a real increase in the range and quality we cheese folks can find. You’ll find Sally every second Saturday at Thorndon’s Hill St Market with her Otago-made Evansdale cheeses. This is an intimate little market where there’s time to stop and talk to the stall holders and even better, time … Continue reading Mt Cargill Tudor- a Southern man of a cheese