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A Cheese Tango in Italy

The gist of a Cheese Tango in Italy is exposing some of that cheese lust right here with names other than the usual staples like mozzarella and parmigiano. A total of nine, relatively unheard of formaggi (most of which come from northern Italy), has been selected by my husband aka the MotH (Man of the House). General details on milk, texture and regional location are given, along with serving or wine suggestions with an emphasis on matching cheese to a wine that is symbolic of like region. Are we experts on the subject? We wish! We're just devotees to what is definitely a substance that should be the stuff of moons. Once you've crossed into the land of artisan cheese and loved it, there really is no turning back.

The sit-down and tasting was the easiest part (nibble, take notes, a sip of wine, repeat). Try taking all that and assembling it into a post. Our westie and dachshund kept getting in the way as they know a good thing when they smell it. Grapes would've made fine palate cleansers had they been in season, but crisp pears, strawberries or other sweet fruit are okay. We kept the cheese course as close as possible to what a person would most likely experience in Italy: country-style bread, acacia honey (more appropriate with strong cheese), fruit jam and walnuts. The following video has photos and scenes while putting this together. Check the aprons!

In order of appearance

Bagòss (bah-GOHSS) Presidio Slow Food
From Lombardia. A hard, compact, cow's milk cheese of fantastic flavor with hints of saffron. Bagòss makes the ultimate sausage & grilled cheese sandwich, italian-style, aka panino. It just needs to soften up real nice and slow on a hot griddle. Enjoy with an easy, velvety red such as Sforzato di Valtellina.

Graukäse (GRAU-keh-seh) Presidio Slow Food
From Alto Adige. Not for the weak. In my husband's exact words, "it smells like an animal stall" and I second that opinion. The consistency is firm yet resilient, like a rubber eraser. As for the taste, we agree that it doesn't fall far from the apple tree either because I can't very well say that it smacks of a smelly barn. Graukäse means gray (grau) cheese (käse) - FXcuisine has a well-illustrated post on the making of this cow's milk cheese. A full-bodied wine was suggested to go with it but we prefer a strong beer to stand up to its overwhelming characteristics. Best taken in small doses, as in grated over plain pasta or schlutzkrapfen.

Toma del Maccagn (TOH-mah del mah-KAHN) Presidio Slow Food
From Piemonte. Maccagn is a dialect term and the letters gn in the 2nd syllable sound more like the middle vocals heard in the word "canyon". A semi-soft cow's milk cheese with delicate flavor and tang, yet distinguished in appearance (just cut off that mold), we suggest a red Nebbiolo from Piemonte.

Tella Alto Adige (TEH-lah AHL-toh AH-dee-jeh)
From Alto Adige. The first thing out of my mouth when I took a nibble — EGGS! A firm cheese made from cow's milk, it has a smooth texture and slices clean. Its distinct flavor did remind me of hard-cooked yolks and I'm wondering, uhm, where's the bacon? Pour a bold red like Lagrein, but hold the pancetta.

Ubriaco al Traminer di Capra (oo-bree-AH-koh ahl tra-MEE-nehr)
From Veneto. Ubriaco = drunkard, but in this case, applies to this raw goat's milk cheese which is left to age in Traminer grape must. An item to show-n-tell at a tasting party (has bits of purple still clinging), it has sweet hints with a touch of spicy. This is where we were really wanting those juicy, plump grapes.

Canestrato (kah-neh-STRAH-toh) Presidio Slow Food
From Abruzzo. Think sharp, cow's milk cheese as in an aged asiago and you'll get the idea, although the raw milk used here comes from sheep. Bold and spicy, this is essentially pecorino, the canestrato originating from being shaped in a wicker basket (canestro). Served with sweet onion marmalade or fig jam puts it over the top, with what else but Montepulciano d'Abruzzo red to drink with it.

Pecorino ai Pistacchi di Bronte
(peh-koh-REE-noh AH-ee pee-STAH-kee dee BROHN-teh)
From Sicilia. We had to have at least one island represented here so why not a sheep's milk cheese with those famous pistachios from Bronte? This pecorino doesn't particularly stand out as one to remember, but with a Nero d'Avola from Sicily, who's complaining? Pass the cured olives and bread. Cannoli for dessert.

Raschera Semistagionato (rahss-KEHR-rah semi-stah-joh-NAH-toh)
From Piemonte. Semi-aged. A cow's milk cheese typically formed in a square shape. "Reminds me of gorgonzola," I said, between bites. It even looks like it too with the random blue mold marbled within. A little bit salty, a little bit spicy, it transcends into the sublime with floral honey drizzled over. I also used some to make this rustic-looking winter tomato tart. Instead of a medium-bodied red, sunkissed nostalgia begs for a sweet wine like Passito from Pantelleria.

Crottino al Tartufo (croh-TEE-noh ahl tahr-TOO-foh)
From Piemonte. I saved the best for last, and how could it not be? With its mesmerizing aroma and flecks of black truffle, crottino was more than we could have ever expected. Purchased at Esselunga (a large chain of supermarkets), it goes to show the scope of what can be found without having to drive directly to the source. Made from cow's milk, the texture is a sort of powdery crumb that shaves and grates easily. Over risotto, pasta (try egg tagliatelle), or eggs fried in butter... Heaven on a plate! Or would that be heart attack on a plate? The shape is a cute little cylinder, approximately 8 ounces. And the wine? Barbaresco or Barolo. We love the latter.

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