I'm feeling fond of those on my friendslist who have an affinity for dairy products: folks like
anarqueso and
gordonzola -- and also, perhaps,
amarama (I'm not sure about her feelings for dairy products, but I'm solid on the fondness). Also,
fattest, of Creamy Goodness (band and zine) fame, and I suspect
grapesoda of having an appreciation of dairy, too.
It's not cheese, but one of my novels, Martha Moody, set in the late nineteenth century, used butter as metaphor throughout the book. I feel like putting up, at least for a little while, some small tastes of that:
I raised my bowl and pulled the tablecloth off with a flourish. The butter was pale yellow and sweating a little, smooth and blank and whole in the bottom of the bowl. I held it out to her, and said, "Could I supply you with butter?"
I wanted to make my own money. I wanted to see more of Martha. Miss Alice gave milk that churned up sweet, and I was patient and attentive to the rising cream.
Martha took the bowl from my hands and set it down on the counter. Without saying a word, she walked down the aisle and came back with a knife and a loaf of bread. She stood next to the cash register and cut a thick slice, then slid the knife into my softened butter and spread it on the bread. She closed her eyes and took a bite. I watched her taste my wares.
She nodded her head. "It's good. Can you bring it in quarter pound balls?" She opened her eyes.
"Yes." There were gold crumbs on her breasts.
She offered me fifty cents a pound, a very good price, then she cut a slice from the loaf for me. I held it in my hand while she leaned across the counter with the butter knife. She made a slow swipe across the bread, then her knife slipped, and she buttered my wrist.
I stood in the road and licked the slick spot after I walked out of Moody's store. I left the rest of the butter with her.
It's not cheese, but one of my novels, Martha Moody, set in the late nineteenth century, used butter as metaphor throughout the book. I feel like putting up, at least for a little while, some small tastes of that:
I raised my bowl and pulled the tablecloth off with a flourish. The butter was pale yellow and sweating a little, smooth and blank and whole in the bottom of the bowl. I held it out to her, and said, "Could I supply you with butter?"
I wanted to make my own money. I wanted to see more of Martha. Miss Alice gave milk that churned up sweet, and I was patient and attentive to the rising cream.
Martha took the bowl from my hands and set it down on the counter. Without saying a word, she walked down the aisle and came back with a knife and a loaf of bread. She stood next to the cash register and cut a thick slice, then slid the knife into my softened butter and spread it on the bread. She closed her eyes and took a bite. I watched her taste my wares.
She nodded her head. "It's good. Can you bring it in quarter pound balls?" She opened her eyes.
"Yes." There were gold crumbs on her breasts.
She offered me fifty cents a pound, a very good price, then she cut a slice from the loaf for me. I held it in my hand while she leaned across the counter with the butter knife. She made a slow swipe across the bread, then her knife slipped, and she buttered my wrist.
I stood in the road and licked the slick spot after I walked out of Moody's store. I left the rest of the butter with her.
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Date: 2005-02-24 04:02 pm (UTC)Also, I am a bit of a sucker for the gourmet butters that you see in expensive supermarkets. I still haven't found my dream butter but it would be a medium-sized pat, possibly from France, stamped with a design, salted and wrapped in some fabulously deigned greasproof paper.
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Date: 2005-02-24 04:13 pm (UTC)Yeah, the resuling butter was kind of weird and pale, though. And it took a long time. But I was so happy. Maybe I'll try to hunt up the resulting passage and post it later.
I haven't seen French butter with a stamp in fabulous paper, although someone around here gave me some truly glorious Irish butter once.
Off to do some new writing before the impulse sours.
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Date: 2005-02-24 04:13 pm (UTC)I'm a huge fan of greek yogurt, which is a very thick strained, full fat yogurt. I brought some for lunch, with frozen raspberries that should be thawed by the time I'm ready to eat this. I love the creamy yogurt with the tart berries, especially on a snowy February day. It's like a spring tonic for me.
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Date: 2005-02-24 04:15 pm (UTC)I've never had greek yogurt. Wonder if I can get it around here? I chopped and froze some canned peaches last week, just so I could eat them melting with yogurt (and because I've been out of frozen berries -- hard to get to the store that has them when it's snowy.)
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Date: 2005-02-24 04:27 pm (UTC)We became addicted to the greek yogurt when they had it at trader joe's but the don't seem to carry it anymore.
Our latest source is a small lebanese market a couple blocks away. I'm thinking you might be in the wrong area to have your own small lebanese or greek market to try, but I could be wrong.
You can make your own strained yogurt by putting a couple layers of cheescloth in in a strainer big enough to hold a quart of yogurt. Let it strain over a bowl until it's about half the size it was and there's 1-2 cups of watery whey in the bowl. Whole milk yogurt is the yummiest, of course, but lowfat is still creamy and exciting. When I've done this, I've saved the whey to use for something else, like pancakes or smoothies.
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Date: 2005-02-24 04:20 pm (UTC)I never thought I was particularly bothered by dairy, obviously I was wrong.
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Date: 2005-02-24 04:29 pm (UTC)I especially like pine nuts with my honey and greek yogurt, when we have them. Mmmmmmmm.
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Date: 2005-02-24 11:14 pm (UTC)Becasue it's a little warmer, it seems more flavorful to me. plus you can make it exactly as sweet--or not sweet--as you prefer, instead of needing a certain amount of sugar for the right texture.
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Date: 2005-02-25 01:02 pm (UTC)And also a new, bad ice cream place where they force the employees to burst into song to entertain the lines of customers -- I walked in there once, then walked out when I saw how terrible it must be to work there.
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Date: 2005-02-24 05:25 pm (UTC)I really should go over there and introduce myself because I love her username so much.
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Date: 2005-02-25 12:59 pm (UTC)A Belated Response
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