I like cheese a lot. I like trying new cheeses. I like most of the Corsican cheeses (all made from goat or sheep milk…they don’t seem to really do the cow thing here) that I’ve tried. But tonight at dinner I discovered that my cheese was alive.
I was really enjoying the brebis (sheep’s cheese), a hard, crumbly tangy cheese, included in the cheese course after my dinner this evening. Enjoying it so much that I decided to look more closely at it, and noticed little specks. Moving specks. As I examined it, I realized that these little mites were ALL over the piece of cheese. Agggh.
I had read about rotten cheese with mites being intentional on some of the islands, supposedly to give it a creamier texture. I’m not sure if this was what that was, or if it’s just something that happens but no one here cares.
However, I had just sliced these big pieces of cheese, and finished having a conversation with the nice old woman serving them about how good Corsican cheese was. So I couldn’t just leave it all on my plate uneaten with her watching and beaming with pride that a foreigner liked the cheese of her home country. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it after scraping off the sides. Mmm delish.
Rex would be so proud of you…
Hannah……You could be on survivor with my son Rob…..he ate some ants in the Amazon…..your dad and I ate some old scooter pies once(not nearly as exciting though)….hope all is well. I will be following you and hope you are having a blast and living your dream. Be Safe. Cousin Mary