Smooth and lightly smokey, scamorza melted over a ripe tomato atop a sweet, chewy crumpet. Sometimes in summer I just can’t face another salad. And thankfully a slice of Massimo’s scamorza, pronounced sca-MORT-za and a saucy crumpet lift this grilled … Continue reading Massimo’s Scamorza grilled cheese on crumpet
Brr it’s cold. June and July are the time of darkness, when heaters are always on, and the winter dark seems endless. This is the time for a special kind of cheese, something restorative on a cold day. A perfect … Continue reading Mountain cheeses – a bit of sun on a cold winter’s day
The rain fell in sheets as I scurried home a couple of weeks ago. No gardening, this was a wet, Scrabble kind of day. A day to nibble and sip, a day for cheese and meat. No shilly shallying with … Continue reading Taleggio: Italian stinky deliciousness – molto bene!
Nestled like a cupcake, it was perhaps the prettiest cheese I’ve ever seen. A blush of blue-grey mould dustied its outer and its pinched top captured the beauty of a fully-ripened fig. Inside a perfect glossy outer enclosed a matte … Continue reading Finding goat cheese in Provence
They came in their thousands to Cheese 2013, the Slowfood movements biennial cheese festival. And I my cheesy friends was lucky enough to be amongst them this year. And wow, what an incredible few days it was! Hundreds of cheese … Continue reading Slowfood Cheese Festival in Bra – 2013
Craggy chunks hewn from a huge round, placed on our table unadorned yet with reverence. This was how our waiter chose to finish our Venetian feast at the beautiful canal-side Hotel Monaco. It spoke of respect, elegance and tradition and … Continue reading Parmesan and my Venetian revelation
I loved visiting Firenze and its Centro Mercato. That’s Florence’s Central Market to us Anglophones. Not just because I found some beautiful cheese knives, a future post, but because it offered a wonderful array of cheeses, and at last I … Continue reading Raw milk goat’s cheese from Florence’s Central Market
A platter of Formaggio I Toscana, cheeses from Tuscany, a glass of wine and a basket of crusty bread – a cheesy girl’s dream lunch! Nestled up a side street in Arezzo, we lucked upon a restaurant with a fabulous … Continue reading Tuscan cheese delight
A sip of wine and a slither of cheese and I’m transported. Sea beeze rustles through pine, salt on my tongue, I feel sun reflected off blue water, warmth radiating from ancient rocks. This is Pecorino di Sardo eaten with … Continue reading Evocative Pecorino di Sardo
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!