Jar cheese.
A few years ago, I was introduced to Persian Fetta. Um, let me just say, I played Prince of Persia for years as a child. If they could have only told me about the fetta they were hiding there, I would have tried so hard not to fall on those spikes and make it to the end of the game (for what, I can only presume, would have been a room full of cheese).
A few years ago, I was introduced to Persian Fetta. Um, let me just say, I played Prince of Persia for years as a child. If they could have only told me about the fetta they were hiding there, I would have tried so hard not to fall on those spikes and make it to the end of the game (for what, I can only presume, would have been a room full of cheese).
Nothing says obscure cheese references like an 80s platform game on repeat...
A dear friend came over last week and gifted me with a jar of Meredith Dairy Goat Cheese with Extra Virgin Olive Oil, Fresh Herbs and Garlic.
She also gave me the gift of “this is the happiest day of my life”.
It is so deliciously soft. It is dripping in really tasty olive oil (which oozes out over the plate and your fingers as you eat it) and the flavours of the herbs and garlic have soaked down to the very centre of the cheese. I really don’t know what you couldn’t use this cheese for.
Seriously. It’s the kind of cheese that your partner will find you cradling in the bed in the middle of the night. And as you hold the jar and whisper sweet nothings into the glassy interior, cooing over the little cubes of joy in their suspended yumination, just remember to pay it forward.
Gift someone their very own jar cheese, and you will not be sorry.
And as a bonus, you can use the oil afterwards for cooking, drizzling over bread, or just plain drinking.
Cause there’s nothing classier than drinking a jar of cheese oil as you weep with joy.