Oh, my. It was bound to happen… on Halloween, nonetheless. I’ve met a cheese I do not like. There. I said it.
This was an unfortunate one… it was recommended by someone who shall remain nameless. When I remarked that Humboldt Fog was a personal favorite, they suggested I try this one. I’ve decided they don’t like me.
Le Lingot du Quercy would be a raw goat’s milk cheese, but because it is younger than the 60 day aging requirement imposed by the FDA, it’s gotta be pasteurized. Damn them! Maybe. Perhaps, just perhaps, the pasteurization process is so offensive to this cheese that it injects the distinct taste of… hmmm…. ass? which so offends me.
The cheese does resemble an ingot. Whoo. That’s about as close to gold as it gets. It’s a pungent, tangy cheese with a flavor that might have reminded me of Camembert were it not for the overpowering tones of, well, ass. It’s a runny cheese, nearly liquid, in fact, you could almost eat it with a spoon. Yum! Spoonfuls of ass!
Okay, I’m just going to stop now. I did not like this cheese.
Um… perhaps this is the origin of the oft-previously-mentioned warm glass of ass milk?
Now how would you know what ass tastes like?
I haven’t been able to stop laughing yet. Sorry this cheese was so awful. I don’t think I’ve ever read a food-oriented review that included the word “ass” – Lord knows if I EVER decide to go on a cheese-tasting spree I’ll stay away from this one.
I love cheese. Even things like gorgonzola and stinky moldy cheeses that most people hate.
But even I have had cheese that almost made me puke.
There is one cheese on the Aesop’s Tables cheese plate that is like a solid chunk of death. The urge to puke overwhelms the senses the moment it hits your palete.
I seriously wondered how any living mammal could actually eat a chunk. I should have asked the name…