Raw Milk Cheese Appreciation Day is tomorrow!
I’ll be celebrating raw milk cheeses with the does, bucks, and kids of Prairie Fruits Farms in Champagne-Urbana. I know I talk about PFF a lot, what with my recent interview with Leslie Cooperband and featuring their fresh chevre as Chicagoist’s cheese of the month, but love does crazy things to people. Have you had Moonglo before? Yeah, you get it.
Up until last weekend, there was one member of the PFF cheese family I hadn’t met. He’s an elusive fella: he’s narrowly distributed and made less-frequently than his younger siblings. That just makes him all the more special. Last weekend, while shopping the booths at Cheesetopia in Milwaukee, I finally found him. It was love at first sight.
Behold the raw, the raunchy, the rebellious,
The first time I sunk my teeth into his paste, tears of pure joy sprung to my eyes. He smells like an Easter egg hunt, wafts of spring soil, dewey grass, milk chocolate, and marshmallow Peeps. His texture has an unexpected chew and pleasing elasticity with a clean, herbaceous savor and rounded piquancy. As he melts on your tongue, his layered complexity expands across the palate like a four-course meal. I picture fresh spinach salad, garlic smothered steak, roasted rosemary potatoes, and flourless chocolate cake. His rind has that barney sugarcoat crunch that makes me weak in the knees.
Don’t be fooled by his charming exterior, beneath the sweet aroma lies a devilish character: his blessed pockets of blue. It’s the cheese equivalent to that one chunk of brisket that’s only fat. Bright, playful, and as powerful as the Hitachi Wand, I want to crawl inside his blue pockets, build a comfortable home, and slowly eat myself to death.
I tried to wife him, but Huckleberry Blue is a lone wolf who can’t be tamed. Our love story can only end in heartbreak and abandonment. As I type, he’s packing up his crumbs and heading south to my tummy. Perhaps our paths will cross again (tomorrow). I should be so lucky.
Huckleberry blue is a flavor experience all on his own, and I invite you to get to know him on an intimate level before inviting anyone else into your relationship. If you want the “ecstasy orgasm” of pairings, then get yourself some Blooming Prairie Honey from Ames Farm. It’s creamy, floral, and cooling on the palate – perfectly blended with the piquancy of blue cheeses. Cleanse yourself inbetween bites with a tart granny smith apple.