Apparently
spuddragon says this word when he means "Wake up!"
I am less nauseated than I was, and I feel popular. Also I am incognito as Mike Ford. I'll bet you didn't know that's what a Mike Ford sweatshirt does! It makes you indistinguishable from Mike Ford. Or so I assume; obviously it wouldn't work from the inside, and this sweatshirt is too small for anyone else in the house to demonstrate for me.
markgritter suggested that he could tell me from Mr. Ford readily, but I think this is because I have a key to the house and am much more likely to take out our recycling.
I would blame this on weariness, but I started proclaiming myself incognito when I first put the sweatshirt on around 11:30 this morning.
Someone wanted me to talk about cheese. I'm not sure that's a good idea, as we may have finished off the Dubliner with supper, and I'm almost sure we don't have anything better. I have previously been a hard, sharp cheese person (the hardness and sharpness are traits of the cheese, not the Mris). What I really want right now is a 9-year cheddar. A 6-year would do. Aged gouda would do. Roomano would do. But in general, times that are not the middle of the night, I am starting to like squishier, stinkier cheeses than I used to do. Gorgonzola was always the wedge in the door, because who can dislike gorgonzola? (Answer: C.J. I went overboard with the gorgonzola the first time I made gorgonzola-mushroom risotto, and something tasted funny to Ceej, so he reached for the Nice Cheese to dampen the funny taste. And found the three of us staring at him, astonished that this dish could be insufficiently gorgonzolaed for even the most ardent admirer. He took a bite and understood our expressions, and now he will not eat gorgonzola.) (He used to claim not to be a picky eater, but then he started eating at my house and discovering all sorts of things he doesn't like. It's very easy not to be picky when you do all your own cooking and buy things you know you enjoy.)
Anyway, after gorgonzola, there was cambozola, which is not precisely nice but certainly its own kind of good, and I am not always attached to nice when it comes in opposition to good. And then
allochthon took us out for dinner and bought a brie thing that was crusted with nuts, and while I thought I knew I hated brie, I also knew that I love nuts, and that turning your nose up at food without trying it is silly and rude if you don't have some good reason to know you don't like it. So I tried it, and apparently I do like some brie. I even bought some brie of my very own last month.
When we lived in California, I could never find sharp enough cheddars at the grocery store. It was very sad. We had to go to TJ's to get cheese at all, and even then -- well, when you go to a store just for cheese, you want it to be Surdyk's. And while TJ's has some advantages over Surdyk's (chocolate raspberry sticks! walnut gorgonzola ravioli!), the cheese was not on a par.
I do not eat gjetost. Lappi is like mozzarella for me: useful as an ingredient, not for munching separately. I bought a five-layer wedge of British cheeses last month and devoured it on slices of Granny Smith apple. Usually I would hum to myself during this process, because it was so good, and there were five! different! cheeses! All in one! Oh, it was good. Also I like manchego, and the kind with the ashes in the middle. I forget whether I like drunken goat. I think I should try it again now that I am not so opposed to smooshiness in a cheese.
I am less nauseated than I was, and I feel popular. Also I am incognito as Mike Ford. I'll bet you didn't know that's what a Mike Ford sweatshirt does! It makes you indistinguishable from Mike Ford. Or so I assume; obviously it wouldn't work from the inside, and this sweatshirt is too small for anyone else in the house to demonstrate for me.
I would blame this on weariness, but I started proclaiming myself incognito when I first put the sweatshirt on around 11:30 this morning.
Someone wanted me to talk about cheese. I'm not sure that's a good idea, as we may have finished off the Dubliner with supper, and I'm almost sure we don't have anything better. I have previously been a hard, sharp cheese person (the hardness and sharpness are traits of the cheese, not the Mris). What I really want right now is a 9-year cheddar. A 6-year would do. Aged gouda would do. Roomano would do. But in general, times that are not the middle of the night, I am starting to like squishier, stinkier cheeses than I used to do. Gorgonzola was always the wedge in the door, because who can dislike gorgonzola? (Answer: C.J. I went overboard with the gorgonzola the first time I made gorgonzola-mushroom risotto, and something tasted funny to Ceej, so he reached for the Nice Cheese to dampen the funny taste. And found the three of us staring at him, astonished that this dish could be insufficiently gorgonzolaed for even the most ardent admirer. He took a bite and understood our expressions, and now he will not eat gorgonzola.) (He used to claim not to be a picky eater, but then he started eating at my house and discovering all sorts of things he doesn't like. It's very easy not to be picky when you do all your own cooking and buy things you know you enjoy.)
Anyway, after gorgonzola, there was cambozola, which is not precisely nice but certainly its own kind of good, and I am not always attached to nice when it comes in opposition to good. And then
When we lived in California, I could never find sharp enough cheddars at the grocery store. It was very sad. We had to go to TJ's to get cheese at all, and even then -- well, when you go to a store just for cheese, you want it to be Surdyk's. And while TJ's has some advantages over Surdyk's (chocolate raspberry sticks! walnut gorgonzola ravioli!), the cheese was not on a par.
I do not eat gjetost. Lappi is like mozzarella for me: useful as an ingredient, not for munching separately. I bought a five-layer wedge of British cheeses last month and devoured it on slices of Granny Smith apple. Usually I would hum to myself during this process, because it was so good, and there were five! different! cheeses! All in one! Oh, it was good. Also I like manchego, and the kind with the ashes in the middle. I forget whether I like drunken goat. I think I should try it again now that I am not so opposed to smooshiness in a cheese.
Cheese for everyone!
Date: 2006-01-04 07:13 am (UTC)When feeling down I often go into the most posh supermarket and spend half an hour sniffing at different cheeses I can not afford to buy. The smell of cheeses makes life feel good again for me.
Smell of fish does the same, but no one would allow me to sniff fish without buying it.
Re: Cheese for everyone!
Date: 2006-01-04 07:26 am (UTC)Mmmm, fresh fish.
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Date: 2006-01-04 07:45 am (UTC)You've thoroughly blown my mind, and I have hacked up the 40% of lung I have left laughing at your post. Thank you, I think :)
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Date: 2006-01-04 08:10 am (UTC)Though oddly, I had remembered it as a hard, sharp cheese and yet really it is a softish cheese. Not as soft as brie, though.
I like hard, sharp cheeses and soft, mild cheeses. I adore toasted cheese on bread, especially Gruyere or Dubliner (though a nice cheddar is fine, and mozzarella is always good). I think Toasted gjetost is wonderful on whole wheat, except that the bread gets burned to a crisp before the cheese melts properly. Though this may just be because I don't have a proper toaster oven (the last one we had developed an electrical short and went PFFF! and let the magic smoke out one fine day when it wasn't even on! and I haven't found another that didn't feel flimsy and shortable so it never got replaced. It's been seven years, I think.), and so I melt my cheese by putting it in the real oven on "Broil". I know, I know, it's terrible overkill.
My husband is a big fan of brie.
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Date: 2006-01-04 08:16 am (UTC)I grew up without a toaster oven, so I never got used to toaasting cheese on bread that way. We made grilled cheese sandwiches on a griddle, which is different.
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Date: 2006-01-04 08:23 am (UTC)But anyway, thanks for the info.
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Date: 2006-01-04 04:17 pm (UTC)The stuff that comes in little plastic-wrapped slices is cheese food -- which, as everyone knows, is what you feed cheese. Not what you feed people.
(Of course, it takes a really well-aged Gorgonzola to be up to eating the stuff, but when you do have a Gorgonzola that old on hand, you'd better have food for it!)
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Date: 2006-01-04 08:26 am (UTC)Am I ever craving some good parmesan right now. Mmm.
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Date: 2006-01-04 08:41 am (UTC)do not waste ...
Date: 2006-01-04 08:40 am (UTC)Re: do not waste ...
Date: 2006-01-04 08:43 am (UTC)There are milk banks for sick babies, and I tried to donate extra milk there, but they wouldn't take mine because I was on (baby-safe) medication. They feed the milk to very sick preemies and said they can't even handle the baby-safe meds; it has to be no medicine at all, not even Tylenol. :( I wonder, though, about the breastmilk cheese; someone somewhere has to have tried making it by now, eh?
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Date: 2006-01-04 12:16 pm (UTC)Glad you got some mileage out of it, invisible or not. And I can't eat gjetost either. But then again, its taste has been compared to peanut butter, and I hate peanut butter.
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Date: 2006-01-04 02:27 pm (UTC)I have the opposite problem with gjetost: I love peanut butter.
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Date: 2006-01-04 03:50 pm (UTC)The problem with cheese for me is that every now and then I try a cheese that reminds me that cheese is, effectively, molded milk, and then that mental association puts me off the whole product for a week. :P
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Date: 2006-01-05 07:32 am (UTC)Current favorites are the drunken goat cheese stuff, and Swiss Lorraine.
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Date: 2006-01-06 10:36 pm (UTC)I don't eat cheese that is significantly cheesey, for reasons that started as migraine related. Aged cheeses are very strong, very obvious, migraine triggers for me. They've felt dangerous to me for almost 30 years, and they eventually started smelling more dangerous than good. Cheeses like mozzerella and ricotta are still safe, but they're different enough that one can argue they aren't really cheese, but something more akin to milk or yogurt. I've had american cheese that wasn't bad...it's essentially mild colby, grated fine, mixed with milk, and cast in blocks. It might not be what you want (if you want gorgonzola, it almost certainly is NOT what you want), but it's fine for what it is.
I also lived for years without a toaster oven. I make toast in a regular oven, under the broiler. I love toast.
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Date: 2006-01-07 01:47 pm (UTC)Toast is a great goodness.