when I lived in New Orleans I shopped at Martins’ Wine Cellar as often as I could afford to. I often bought Serrano ham there along with aged Manchegos to enjoy with a simple white or rose. Once, I bought a wheel of Munster and took it home to my apartment where I opened the many windows in the bedroom and let in the 85 degree afternoon. I closed the door and had a couple glasses of wine in the air conditioned living room. After 45 minutes or so, the cheese (a perfect specimen, ripe and fine) was soft and my bedroom smelled like a well used horse stable. I ate the cheese slowly, over a few hours time with a locally baked ficelle and the rest of the wine, probably an Alsatian pinot blanc.
That, my friends, is livin’.

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Originally posted by C Turner Joy

Cheese…and bread! My favorite? Munster! Not Muenster, though I like it for a mild cheese. I’m talking about the full on stinky, soft, cave-borne cheese. If there was a god of cheese and he had a favorite, I’d like to think he’d agree.

And bread? Not sure if I would want to continue living if they said I couldn’t have bread. Save it for another post.

If you are a cheese fan, and you all obviously are, give this a shot. I hope you won’t be disappointed. Fair warning: it is a big cheese.