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Forget about politics I just found a new cheese!!

JellyBaby

Diamond Member
It's called Monteray Jack Pesto Garlic and it's Mmmm, Mmmm good! Amazing how I could go this long thinking american slices were top dog. Anybody else have any "exotic" cheese recommendations (Velveeeeta does NOT count!)?
 
Cheese Whiz is an old time EXOTIC

I think it's listed in the VERY high #'s on the table of elements 🙂
 
sharp cheddar salami cheese - it's got little bits of spicy salami in there.

Excelent for slicing up and putting on wheat crackers!
 
Here's my favorite cheese recipe:

Take a nice brie, spread a bit of raspberry jam on it, and wrap it in croissant dough. Maybe get fancy and decorate it with almond slices.

Bake it according to the croissant directions or until nice and brown all over.

Serve with apple slices.

Mmmmmm!
 


<< I think it's listed in the VERY high #'s on the table of elements >>

Look for &quot;poison&quot; on the table of elements.
 
Btw, what does gorgonzola actually taste like? It's certainly a persecuted cheese; everybody makes fun of it! Tried finding it at the grocer once but it evaded me.
 
Isla

Just had that the other night. Pretty close anyway. It was an herb/brie instead of raspberry/brie, but it was still excellent on apple slices.
 
This German &quot;rumcheeese&quot;. It's kind of hard to describe. It is kinda creamy and has a faint test of rum. It comes in the shape of a cheeseball and is covered with hazelnut slices. That is some good stuff 😛
 
mmmm Bober,

I've got to try that!

What was that commercial for the cheese industry...

Cheese, glorious cheese!

My intestinal tract would hate me for it, but I could live on fruit, cheese, water, and wine and be quite happy.
 
Behold the power of cheese.

I really like Gouda, but good ol' Tillamook brand cheddar is good as well. Provolone is my favorite for sandwiches.

Cheese is damn expensive, though!
 
There's one cheese I have in my fridge, and I can't for the life of me remember what it's called. But it has a shell (looks like a cantaloupe from the outside), and it's kinda smelly and really hard. It's gooood 🙂
 
Raspewtin: either you like to randomly declare your love for classic TV families, or you are talking about muenster cheese. 🙂
 
I can kill any thread by simply posting in it, so I guess it is time for this one to go.

In the early 60's I was head of the group at the Sandia National Laboratories responsible for the safety of nuclear weapons -- which among other things involved joint safety reviews of NATO aircraft that might carry US nuclear weapons. In Britain these were carried out at Farnborough AirBase outside of London which is where I stayed commuting back and forth to the AirBase each day. I am a big meat eater but meat was used more as a condiment than as a main dish by the British at that time. Very small portions and what little you did get wasn't much good. By the middle of a week I was protein starved. On the way from the station to my hotel I happened to pass a cheese shop which at least promised protein. They had a cheese I had never seen before -- Welsh Caerphilly -- about the consistency of a Muenster, considerably more pungent and rich in cream. I bought a chunk and took it back to the hotel where -- like a rat in the pantry -- I nibbled the whole thing away in one evening. Next day, same story, and the next. By that time I had a real addiction to Welsh Caerphilly and was due to come home the next day so I bought an entire wheel of it: bigger round than a dinner plate and maybe five inches thick to bring home with me since I was sure I couldn't find it in Albuquerque.

In those days I traveled with what we in the military had called a B4 bag, a sort of garment bag that folded in the middle with lots of storage pockets and compartments. For a weeks trip I just took clean clothes from one side and put the dirty ones in the other so that by the end of the week one side was mostly empty and the other was packed with dirty stuff. I wrapped the cheese in something and put it in the mostly empty side and caught a plane home across the Atlantic. The baggage compartments are heated since people ship pets so my Caerphilly spent several hours in a nice warm baggage compartment before we got to New York. The customs shed in those days had long counters about a foot and a half tall topped with tin on which you were supposed to place your baggage and open it for inspection -- which was a real inspection back then. Just as I got to the table I saw a list of banned substances on a poster overhead, no plants with root stocks, no dried meats and NO DAIRY PRODUCTS. There I was with maybe 20 pounds of contraband cheese. Just then the customs inspecter walked up and asked &quot;What you got in here?&quot; as he unzipped the side of the B4 with the cheese in it. &quot;Dirty clothes&quot; I said just as the aroma from the eight hours of incubation for the Caerphilly poured out and up into his face. &quot;Oh my God&quot; he said and zipped the bag shut and waved me out of the shed. That is the story of my shortlived career as a smuggler and of my discovery of a wonderful cheese which I still delight in to this day.
 
Hello, Gustavus...

Not only did I enjoy your story, but we have something in common...

I have a way of killing threads inadvertantly, too!

Pleased to make your aquaintence.

🙂
 


<< Raspewtin: either you like to randomly declare your love for classic TV families, or you are talking about muenster cheese >>



A little from column A, a little from column B 😀 (actually I just can't spell)
 
Isla
Thanks for the comment. In prehistoric times I grew up in Appalachia where story telling was a way of life and I have turned most of the events of my long life into stories. The audience in these forums though appears to be you and Wombat Woman -- and once when I was telling about the first computer I ever built, a relay machine named George which I built in 1950 in the South Pacific, Russ. I can still see the look on that customs inspectors face though as he said &quot;Oh my God&quot; and quick zipped up my B4 bag.
 
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