Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Tuesday was Brenda's Birthday

The tournament party was on Saturday, and burned Brenda out, so she wanted a personal day just me, her, the sunshine the motorcycle and the hot tub. She did all the up a pancake breakfast, and later on, a catfish supper, and I contributed by putting three hundred kilometers on the bike. We went up to Lanark, to the "Village Treats" chocolate factory ( to pick up some very fresh chocolates. It is remarkable what a difference freshness makes. We used to go to the Hershey chocolate factory in Smiths Falls, but they closed last year and moved their operation to Mexico. I won't eat Mexican Chocolate. It tastes like plastic.
There was a sign on the Village Treats wall that said they use "fair trade" chocolate. I guess that means it wasn't harvested by Joseph Kony's slave children. ( But then, it was just a do you know?
The place is in the flyspeck village of Balderson...which is a fairly famous cheese manufacturer. ( They have turned their showroom into a tourist destination...with cheeses from all over the place...St. Alberts, Forfar, and Bellville. There really IS a difference between all these separate places....and a visit to Balderson will allow you to sample a dozen different maple syrup farms as well as half a dozen cheese factories. Not to mention a couple of dozen jams and jellies makers, and their much more interesting (to me) sidelines of barbeque rubs and sauces. I asked the clerk if they carried rennet free cheese, and he had a nice selection...they tended to be a bit exotic though...goat, sheep, and cow's milk were used to make rennet free cheeses. Brenda picked up some horseradish cheese.
Here in Canada we have the "milk marketing board" which tests, and assigns the milk to cheese factories which seems to maximize bureaucracy. It incidently provides a very safe milk and cheese supply. However, the guy that has his allotment would like to increase his business, so he comes up with a new cheese. Instead of "white cheddar", he will make "orange cheddar" in order to increase the alottment of milk. When he grows bigger and develops more markets, he will mix the curds from the white and the orange batches together to get "marbled cheddar". This being easier to do than to get a milk allotment raised. Or he will make goats milk cheddar. (actually quite tasty!) Or he will make horseradish cheddar, or mix wine or basil-thyme into it. Or make sheep-mozzarella, or whatever. All these things have the usual risk that people might not buy them....but it makes for a couple of hundred different types of cheese. And a summer trying them out is not wasted.
Of course, the usual way to get out from under the government bureaucrats thumb is to not make cheese at all from the milk the farmer is desperately trying to get rid of but rather to make cheese curds. This seems to be unknown south of the border, where such surplus milk seems to be made into "process cheese". Cheese curds resemble little irregular ping pong ball sized chunks of solidified milk products...they are normally destined to be rammed together into wheels prepatory to be made into real cheese, but they are increasingly sold on their own in little bags right at the factory door. They don't keep long...they are only milk after all, and will sour just like milk, however they are really tasty when melted over french fries, or baked potatos, used to make a real cheese burger, or even eaten right out of the bag as a snack. Brenda and I regard picking up fresh curds as a real "score". (google "cheese curds")


justagirl said...

Happy belated birthday to Brenda! That sounds like a great birthday – touring showrooms full of chocolate, good cheese, and jam!! I do not like the idea of the government telling me what kind of cheese I have to make. I’m just too damned American! I will have to do some research on cheese curds. I’m actually very picky about my cheese. Processed cheese makes me gag, and that is most of what is sold here in America unless you go to a fancy market and pay top dollar for good stuff.

STAG said...

My friend D'Arcy, from Texas, once referred to Canada as "The Land of Cheese".

The milk marketing board is an overly bureaucratic blundering dinosaur which assumes that pure free enterprise will result in milk products which will be produced as cheaply as possible. That the search for ever lower priced milk will create cows whose bloodstreams are laced with penicillin due to widespread mastitis, and milk being "adjusted" with additives and chemicals, not to mention as many short cuts as possible will be taken to cut costs.
The result of their interferance has meant that Canadian milk is amazingly pure and safe, that farmers get a decent and predictable price for their milk (which keeps their mortgage holders happy) and that competition occurs on the field of quality and variety instead of on price. Free enterprise creates Velveeta and melamine laced cheese, the milk marketing board creates cheddar which wins prizes all over the world.
I is too short to eat cheap food. And as recent events in China have shown, life is made shorter by eating cheap food.

Pacific College Mom said...

Happy Unbirthday, Brenda!