In her book on home cheese-making, author Ricki Carroll says blue cheeses are like children, easy to make but hard to raise.
Now that my four little Stiltons are born, well, see for yourself. About now I begin giving them little baths in salt water, helping them grow that skin that will keep their lovely moisture inside. Every day they must be turned and wiped and whispered sweet cheese-maker’s incantations. And man oh man, my cheese fridge sure does smell like, well, a cheese fridge.
It won’t be too long now, before I’m in front of the counter at Neal’s Yard Dairy in London asking for a taste of the real Stilton.
Here’s an interesting story about Stilton, which, as it turns out, isn’t made in Stilton.
Say Cheese! TPJ
The Palate Jack® 
Feb 03, 2011 @ 08:23:24
I think your babies are adorable. And I’m sure you’ll raise them to be good little cheeses!
Feb 03, 2011 @ 08:30:08
The next crop will be Goudas, harder during “delivery” but they make easier teenagers. TPJ
Feb 03, 2011 @ 13:04:01
Drool…
My favorite food, well a close second maybe.
Feb 03, 2011 @ 13:40:57
Ha ha! And what, pray tell, is number one?
Feb 03, 2011 @ 13:57:36
One of my shy readers wrote me:
“Now those are some sexy cheeses…mm. Although no parent wants to hear that about their child….”
Hmmm…
Feb 11, 2011 @ 11:54:54
“The baby Stiltons are looking hale and hardy. Pick out any names for them yet?” a friend wrote me.
The first thing I thought of, as I imaged four of something, was The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. True, that’s a little depressing. So I looked up the original 1921 eponymous film, which starred, among others, a young Rudy Valentino. But I learned the four horsemen were not explicitly characters portrayed by the actors, they were the four ides that ruled over one family’s lives as infighting and contempt drove them all down.
So my little babies, going from left to right have been christened: War, Conquest, Famine, and Death. I am reserving the right to later rename them: Faith, Hope, Charity, and Love. Cheers! TPJ