For the last 2 weeks, I basically lived at FCI. It’s not all bad though… wait, where was I going with this? Just kidding…
Right now, FCI’s restaurant, L’École, is carrying 3 cheeses from Jasper Hill Farm in Vermont. I tasted them while having dinner one night at the bar on the recommendation of Matt, one of my favorite bartenders and fellow blogger. He began the “sell-spiel” about beautiful 22,000 state-of-the-art cheese cave, yadda yadda yadda, family owned, yadda yadda yadda… Uh, Matt? You had me at “cheese.”
I love cheese, I’ve always loved cheese. I once gave up cheese for a month and lost 7 lbs. The next month I went back on cheese and made up for all the cheese I’d missed, so ended up being net +3 lbs after all was said and done. I’ll even eat delicious, runny cheeses with a spoon instead of with bread. Yet even with all this, I wasn’t prepared for Jasper Hill’s cheeses. The washed-rind Winnemere was perfectly salty, just a touch of sweetness, with just a hint of tangy pungency at the back of your throat. I’m a rind lover; there’s this crazy numbing effect that I love. And a washed rind has that added hint of grittiness. The Bayley Hazen Blue… damn. That’s a good blue. It was creamy, just a little nutty, and the perfect amount of blue funk that I can’t get enough of. One of my younger disasters was going on a salad diet… loaded with blue cheese. Who knew cheese was fattening? It was literally like a chunk of blue cheese to every piece of lettuce – at least 50% cheese. This blue cheese, the Bayley Hazen, made my whole body hunch over on itself, giving up to the perfection, and my jaw fall open while I sighed, “huhhhh,” with delight (showing a mouthful of cheese and bread off to everyone like the lady I am).
And then… oh, and then… the Constant Bliss. Constant. Flipping. Bliss. Creamy, salty, pungent, sweet aftertaste deliciousness. And it makes my mouth tingle – not in that I’ve just eaten a mango way, either. It’s apparently named after a soldier who died in the 1700s, but I truly believed it was so-named because of its ability to instantly transport you (rock on, Trekkies) to Utopia. I crave this cheese constantly. I’ve had it about 5 times in the last 2 weeks. And I’m CHEAP. C-H-E-A-P. So buying cheese as part of course vs. buying my own damn chunk is unheard of for me. Yet after a frustrating day of work (not that I have any…), I just wanted my Constant Bliss fix. I slithered up to the bar, twitching, not making eye contact with Gene (another fantastic FCI bartender with a rocking Brit accent). He knew what I was there for. We both knew. “Back again?” Yeah, Gene. Yeah I am. “So soon?” Come on, man. I just need my fix. I’ve had a bad day. Just once more.
Today, I go to Murray’s to stock up for the week.