Showing posts with label Rogue River Blue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rogue River Blue. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Cheese Podcast Redux

Yours Truly before the Used Wigs podcast at L'Etage

Back in November, I mentioned to you that I was preparing a special cabaret-themed cheese tasting for a local podcast hosted at L’Etage. The show went well, thanks for asking. It’s now available for download via the Used Wigs website.

Have yourself a listen, and if you want to eat along with the episode, you can recreate the night’s menu with the following list of dramatic cheeses (their stories unfold on the program).


Big kisses to the Wigs, and a special thanks to co-star/grrrl wonder Nikki Walter (@TurboGrandma). If you couldn't make it to the show, open your calendar and pencil me in for January 14. Madame F. is going to throw you a cheese ball. 

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Cheese at The Ritz

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My mother, an inveterate traveler, loves hotel lobbies and college bookstores. Whenever she has downtime on a trip, she pops in to lounge on a sofa or peruses shelves for interesting course lists. Have I inherited this penchant for frugal high-brow-ism? Perhaps.

Last week, I found myself seated on velvet, nibbling a $5 cheese plate, at the Ritz-Carlton in downtown Philadelphia. The recommendation came from local site uwishunu.com, publisher of all things euro-obscuro. Was I curious about the best hotel happy hours in the city? Yes, somehow…uh, I was. Musta been Maman’s gene. Ordinarly, I am more hostel than Hilton.

Props to The Ritz. Friends of Madame drank liberally (ask about the $5 wines from the regular wine list, avoid the sugary Bacardi drinks) and enjoyed a nicely curated cheese plate. Granted, it was mouse-size, but for $5 this was a great way to taste some unusual cheeses with a few lovely sides.

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The plate came with bread, spiced walnuts, a wee jar of quince jam, and a hunk of honeycomb. Glory be!

Would I return? Yes, and yes again. I have gone twice now, just to be sure the deal was legit. Charcuterie fiends, the cured meat plate is delightful, too. I am all for affordable child-size portions of wedge and beast.

Kudos to Chef Jennifer Carroll for picking some unusual selections. This is not your amateur hour cheese plate. Oh no, here's a list of last week's dairy hits.

Ritz Cheese Plate Primer

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Port Salut (far right) - A French cream bomb with orange rind. Originally made by Trappists
Moliterno - Aged sheep's milk, peanutty and grandfatherly.
Ibores - Spanish goat's milk, tangy and caramely.
Rogue River Smoky - Think canoe trips, sweaters, smoldering. From Oregon.

Happy hour at the Ritz-Carlton's bar, 10 Arts, runs from 5-7 p.m. on weeknights. Select wines and small plates are $5. The vibe is Gaga, but the tribe is casual suede. See below.


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Saturday, March 19, 2011

A Blue Haiku for Rogue River


Psst…I write to you from my bunker. This weekend, I have joined the freelance trenches to assist Di Bruno Bros. in their latest efforts, a new cheese stall at the Ardmore Farmers’ Market.
My assignment? To describe 300 cheeses for a new set of labels. I have three days to charm these haikus out of my spring bulb of a brain. Luckily, the fridge is full of fuel, meaning leftover blues from last weekend’s blue cheese and barley wine bonanza.
Of the five we tasted, I keep returning to Rogue River Blue, a boozy leaf-wrapped wedge with a grapey smell. Hyacinths. This cheese just might become my patio staple, now that the air is warming and the forsythia is waxing yellow.
I know I am not alone in being a Rogue River lover – someone very tricksy left a dedication on my manifesto.
So, you, wherever you are, blue cheese newbie or aficionado, I toast you from my table, with a nub of this raw-milk blue. So sweet, and so cool – like plums in the ice box.
Okay, back to my haiku. Back to cheese #141. If you are out in the delicious air and you pass a cheese shop, stop in and ask for a Rogue River bite. Think of me, and dried/ peaches, as you contemplate/ the brandy-soaked leaves.