You probably saw The Bucket List some years ago, starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freemen. I took my mother who was eighty-three at the time and we both thought it was the best idea we’d heard in ages—making a list of everything we want to do before we die and then doing them.
My list is long and includes what my husband calls an eclectic mix of the merely improbable to downright insane ideas. Like being invited to be the guest writer on the Late Show. “Maybe,” David says, “a reason to publish your novels.” Like living in Venice for a year. “I’d rather live in Florence.” Like starting an olive orchard and curing my own olives. “Do you have thirty years?” And like bungee jumping. “My wife is crazy.”
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I've been told the ice cream is to die for.
My mouth is hankering after cheese! It’s the writing—makes me hungry. If I weren’t on deadline, I’d grab my BFF, call for an appointment, and run out to watch the goats being milked at Achadinha Cheese Co., an artisanal goat cheese dairy and creamery about three miles out of town. If you haven’t tried their Capricious, the farm’s signature aged goat cheese, you haven’t tried cheese. Buy it directly through the farm or try Petaluma Market, and serve it with a full-bodied Merlot. I found Capricious recipes at the website, www.achadinha.com.
That spring morning was mild and warm, the green hills
showed patches of gold over White’s Hill, and a dozen of my fellow
eleven-year-old Scouts packed into cars for a trip to The Cheese Factory. We
pursued a merit badge (one of the two I earned) about food products raised or
produced in the area and were to make displays and reports about our
experiences later.
I don’t remember the reports, and I do remember how the
lights in the factory gleamed off the silver equipment and how the workers wore
rubber aprons and white paper hats. The room smelled funny—not like sour milk,
but earthy like mushrooms. I can’t remember anything about how the cheese was
made, but we had a picnic by the pond and the mallard ducks loved our bologna
sandwiches. I fell in love with the buttery, nuttery tang of the Camembert we
sampled. Mom may have been sorry she organized that trip—no more American
Cheese—it was camembert and bologna with a wilted leaf of Iceberg lettuce on
Wonder bread for me!
Maybe I’ll learn how to make it at my class, at least triple
cream Brie. And even if I don’t actually know how to make award winning
cheeses, when I arrive at the fifth annual Artisan Cheese Festival hosted by
the Sheraton Hotel Sonoma County on March 18th through 20th,
I’m going to cross another thing off my bucket list and talk with dairy
farmers, cheese makers, chefs, and “foodies” like a real cheese whiz.
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