She's the Devil, that Mary Keehn of Cypress Grove. Making those tempting little goat cheeses that ooze their way into our hearts-- that flirt with a dry witty heart, whilst offering a fulsome, silky soft tease over the tongue.
My Omnivore recently brought home a goodly-sized chunk of her Bermuda Triangle, a tangy example of the soft-ripened goat cheeses that Cypress Grove does so well. It's shaped like a triangular log in the style of P. Jacquin's Le Grand Caprin, which is also an ash-dusted goat.
An hour or so under glass on our table, and the Triangle opens right up and starts running on ahead of us. Since we're oh-so-unlikely to see M. Jacquin et fils' Caprin here, I can only bow with gratitude to our local goat cheesers, who help foster my addiction. Read more about it at the Cowgirl's Library o' Cheese.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch... We're planning a little summer break, maybe up in the Russian River. Wineries, restaurant recommendations all start pouring forth.
"But, but, what about ....cheese?" I advance timidly. "Maybe we could visit some cheese places...?"
Seriously, folks. Got a great place in Healdsburg you know of? Tell us about it!