I’m putting this out there – I have only just discovered the wonder that is Burrata. I mean seriously, where has this creamy wonder been all my life? And to my eternal shame, Burrata means “buttered”, and you KNOW how I feel about butter. This folks, is a cheese so great that it even has its’ own Facebook page Burrata Fan Page Apparently, Burrata is “poor man’s Mozzarella”, something I seriously can’t fathom given its lushness. Again, it owes its origin to buffalo milk, which I discovered in my research this week, is actually richer and higher in protein than cow’s milk, making it a perfect candidate for creamy cheese…
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Get Your Frico On
In view of the upcoming Papal Conclave to elect a new Il Papa, and because the eyes of the world will soon be trained on Rome, I thought I would spend a couple of posts exploring the rich and tasty world of Italian cheese. Dean & Delcua in Doha is very helpful when it comes to identifying its’ cheeses, with little national flags printed on the name and price tags. This was recommended by the cheese counter guy, who later admitted he was actually the deli counter guy moonlighting because cheese guy was “working late” “This one looks good,” he said, pointing at the large round on Montasio, a cheese…
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East of Edam…aka Pass the Dutchie
OK, so my last post about my apparent dislike of Gouda cheese caused a bit of a firestorm of protest from Dutch blog readers and friends. Apparently I insulted their national icon. Various other words were uttered, they may have been bad, all Dutch words sound dirty to me, so I wouldn’t know. I should have been a diplomat. In the spirit of reconciliation and being able to show my face around town, I searched for the famed aged Dutch Gouda cheese many had told me about. I found it at Dean & Deluca here in Doha – two year aged cheese from Wyngaard. The Reypenaer VSOP Gouda is aged…
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Fromage a Trois…Paris three, four, four, five… cheeses as a time
It’s Paris and great food, especially cheese is everywhere. Herewith my cheese porn diary from a week in Paris…
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Getting My Goat…
I think my cleaner judges me. One day I came home to find my decorative papal rosary beads artfully arranged on my bedside table. Once she told me I was sick because I “didn’t have a husband”. Another time, I had reason to call her because I couldn’t find a suit jacket. “It’s in your jacket closet Madam,” she answered with a sigh. When quizzed about said closet, she told me the location was in the guest bedroom and had been the “Jacket Closet” for at least six months. It’s rare our paths cross. I usually come home to find she has been and gone, like a midget hurricane. But…
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Going Whey Back…Evidence of Cheese Making Dating Back Thousands of Years Unearthed
Going Whey Back…Evidence of Cheese Making Dating Back Thousands of Years Unearthed What is it with Poland these days? Milk extracts have been identified on 34 perforated pottery vessels or “cheese-strainers”, which date back 7,500 years have been excavated in Poland. The only other written evidence for cheese-making activity occurs much later in the archaeological record, around 5,000 years ago. That’s some aged goodness…
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Pole Dancing
Warning. There are Poles, but no dancing as such in this post. If you feel misled, please feel free to complain. There is much ado about Poland this week in Doha, with the start of flights to the Polish capital Warsaw, which in my view is more famous for shipyards and some bloke named Lech. But it seems that there is more to Polish cuisine than piroskis and beer. I was invited to a gourmet dinner to launch this new route at the Grand Hyatt Doha The five course menu included venison, duck and an amazing cod dish, but I was stuck on the amuse bouche, which was a cream…