I've mentioned before on this blog that I resent it when California claims to be the home of "happy cows." They may have a few cows here and there, but this has been and always will be America's Dairyland. It's been that way my whole life and we aren't passing our cheeseheads along to anyone in California. I mean, they already have the PACIFIC OCEAN, for goodness sakes - - - what do they need with a little milk?
Cheese has been made in these here parts since the Germans, Norse, and Scandinavians settled here from the old world, bringing their cheese making skills with them.
Yesterday Fisherhubby and I drove about ten minutes from our front door to a small neighboring berg, Rudolph, to visit their cheese factory.
Of course, being newbies around here we didn't realize we were picking one of only two days a week that they don't actually MAKE cheese. So - - - the vats you see through these glass windows were sitting sterile and empty, waiting for the next day's cheese making process.
Oh, but it was NOT a wasted trip. No sirreee Bob! Just look at all the fresh cheese for sale.
Coolers and coolers of it. Everything from mild cheddar to Swiss to colby to limburger. Oh, and fresh curds so salty and squeeky they make your mouth water just thinking of it!
WHAT??? You've never HAD a fresh cheese curds??? Well, let me just tell you - - - those deep fried things you get at a fair are garbage compared to the real thing fresh from the cheese making vat!! They stand up just fine all on their own SANS breading and hot grease.
The Cheese Factory also had quite a collection of antique china cheese dishes. Case, after case,
After case of them. I looked very carefully at them - - - all were very lovely - - -
But I didn't find even ONE as lovely as my own which was passed down to me from my maternal grandparents through my parents to me.
We came home with cheesy treasures. Now I just need a box of Triscuits!!!