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Roadside Food Stands along the Hana Highway in Maui

Every guidebook, website, and person I've spoken to about Maui has mentioned the Road to Hana as one of the most beautiful drives they've taken in the Hawaiian Islands. A few places mention - usually briefly and without detail - the many roadside stands dotting the 20 miles or so between the start of the windy, slow-moving road and the town of Hana. One guide I read stated that it would behoove me, the tourist, to stop at as many stands as possible without specifically mentioning where or what they sold.

The drive itself was pretty, but after the first few 160 degree turns I grew bored with the driving. Since I was the only one in the car, I couldn't exactly turn over responsibilities to someone else. My desire to get to Hana outweighed my desire to stop driving. And there was that promise of tasty treats along the road that had me in its thrall. I took to taking pictures with my right hand as I drove with my left to keep myself entertained. I passed the same four models of car over and over - tourist rentals seemed to be largely Jeeps, Mustangs, Uplanders and Ford Focuses (or is it Foci?).

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After passing numerous fresh coconut stands (they'll machete them for you) and fresh banana bread places, I finally stopped for a BBQ joint that promised real, mesquite-smoked Kalua Pig - slow roasted Hawaiian pork - in taco form. And sweet island corn. I'm a sucker for corn.

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I'm not a pork eater, but the barbecue looked great:

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I wandered over to the sweet corn kiosk, little more than a kettle on a portable candy stove. The corn was, as promised, incredibly sweet and delicious. At $2.50 a piece, if it was anything but it was going to be a let down.

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He thought I asked for two pieces, so I ate both. It was to be last hot food I ate for the next 24 hours. Oops. Had I known that, I would have had the fish tacos, too. The squeeze bottle on the left is full of melted butter. Mmmmm.

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They were also selling green bananas there. Bananas grow everywhere along the road. If you look up as you near Hana, you'll see bananas hanging over the road. I didn't get a picture of the banana trees but I did get one of the individual green bananas for sale:

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Corn downed, I got back in the car and headed to Hana. I stopped to take a look at one stand's banana bread:


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I don't know if it was the best as I didn't feeling like shelling out $7 for a mini loaf or stopping at each roadside stand to make a fair comparison. So I'll take the judges' word for it.

After driving a little longer, I turned on to a road that promised a state park with black sand beaches. Along the road, I found two unattended fruit stands selling passion fruit and bananas. I was able to stop the car and get a decent photo (turns out taking photos by simply holding up the camera, pointing it out the window, and hoping it looks okay doesn't really work). I didn't pick up any fruit - I didn't have much of an appetite.

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At the beach, parked in front of a graveyard, was a shave ice truck. Shave Ice is a Hawaiian staple - a huge cone of shaved ice drowned in the customer's choice of syrup flavors. There are the typical fruit flavors (raspberry, cherry)  and then the typical Hawaiian tropical fruit flavors (passion fruit, lychee, pineapple, li hing mui (dried licorice spiced plum), coconut, lime, etc). I usually go for a combination of lychee and passion fruit.

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After the park I headed back to the airport to make my flight back to New York. Since I had plenty of time, I stopped for one final booth I had seen on my way to Hana - an ice cream stand.


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The booth - and the road - was eerily quiet at 4 pm, when I stopped in for a gelato. Lisa, who runs the stand, spends half her year in Maui and half her year in Maine.


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 She had worked at Ono Gelato Companyin Paia, about 15 miles down the road, and decided to give a gelato stand a try. Lisa has the best - and, truly, only - gelato stand on the road to Hana. And has exclusive rights to sell Ono Gelato on the highway.

The operation is pretty low tech. Ice cream is kept cold with ice packs in styrofoam under a Sponge Bob blanket. Somehow it manages to stay at almost the perfect temperature most of the day.

Signage is low-fi, with adorably clunky handwritten lettering.

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A cone is $6 - but it is a huge waffle cone and Lisa will give you up to three flavors. I chose Baci (chocolate and hazelnut), Acai, and Pineapple. She had run out of a few other flavors by the time I arrived. I have a photo but it isn't incredibly appealing - the tropical heat melted the gelato almost as quickly as I could eat it. It was so delicious I decided to track down the Ono store on my drive back.

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Ono is owned by three Canadians who moved to Maui from Victoria, British Columbia. Stefano, one of the partners, is a third generation Gelataio from Turino. In Canada, the team operated a European-style cafe. They opened up Ono in December 2007 and in the process of creating their green vision for their shop, have used Ono as a platform to support local organic and sustainable businesses. While Ono does use Italian-made bases for their dairy gelato flavors, they do use local fruit as much as possible in their dairy-free flavors. They also use organic milk and organic Maui sugar in their products. And the results are delicious. Usually I despise gelateria that use bases, mixes, or flavors, but Ono is great. The gelato is fresh and smooth and has a velvety texture. Flavors are bright and distinguished. I love Ono. Even if it is $4.95 for a small dish.

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If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't change my approach to the Road to Hana. Light on the sights, heavy on the nibbles. And winding up at Ono. Yeah, that's five hours well spent.

Crema Coffee & Bakery, Portland, OR

Douglas introduced me to Crema. It's his neighborhood cafe. I'm really, really jealous.

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I didn't try the cupcake, piled high with buttercream.

As I waited in line for my cappuccino (super dry, two shots of espresso), baked goods, fresh from the oven, were put on display.

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I didn't try these either.

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Yeah, I was tempted. But I'm gluten free, so I eat with my eyes. Gawd that's cliched.

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So I just waited for my coffee with everyone else.

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Stumptown Coffee Roasters

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I almost left Portland for the second time without stopping in at Stumptown Coffee Roasters, the best boutique roaster in the Northwest and, arguably, the country. The final day of my visit, my friend Chelsey mentioned that she had written an article for Rolling Stone's Hot Issue about Stumptown and had spent the day there cupping coffees and learning about their business. Moments after hearing about her experiences, I checked the NY Times and found an article, published two days earlier, on boutique roasters, including Stumptown (and their related non-profit, Bikes to Rwanda, which provides bicycles to Rwandan coffee farmers and workers to assist them in their work - check out their blog).

It was 3 pm. My flight wasn't until 10 pm. I had plenty of time to go to Stumptown. I decided to go to the Belmont Street location because I could try the espresso and go next door to the annex and try their Clover machine, which makes French-press style coffee, automatically, one cup at a time.

The variety of roasted beans available on a daily basis is staggering:

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I usually don't like to buy roasted coffee - I prefer to do it myself at home with my I-Roast 2. But Stumptown roasts exactly as I like it - not too dark, so the bitterness is virtually absent.

So I purchased a half pound of Nicaraguan Las Golindrinas Estate, the coffee I read about in the New York Times. It was the #1 Nicaraguan Cup of Excellence winner this past year and it retails for $80/lb! The estate has only been in existence since 1977 and today is only 90 hectares. They only had 14 bags for sale in the auction this year, which Stumptown won (and paid about $100,000 for). The Jury awarded it nearly 95 points (fantastic) and described it with the following attributes:

Jury Descriptions: multi dimensional (24), sweet (22), extremely aromatic (24), crisp bright lively and round acidity (22), citrus (15), chocolate (10), buttery finish (15), long sweet lingering aftertaste (20), rich body (10), mango, vanilla, cherry, jasmine flowers, green apple, peach, grapes, blackberry, cantaloupe, effervescent, rounded, honey, very clean

I'm a sucker for the Cup of Excellence winners:

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It is one of the smoothest, most delicious cups of coffee I have ever had. I look forward to drinking another cup tomorrow. Incredible. Everything the jury said, maybe better.

The five-group head Kees Van Der Westen espresso machine (I've seen smaller versions at Vivace in Seattle and Metropolis in Chicago) was amazing.

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I bought a double espresso. Of course I took a picture before I drank it:

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Great crema, a little messily pulled. The crema was as good as any I've had anywhere. Lasted a long, long time. The flavor was super-smooth.

Great espresso? Oh yes.

My next stop was the annex, just two doors down from the main shop. The annex is an interesting concept. They sell only French-press style coffee, from the Clover machine. They also use the space for cuppings that are free and open to the public. Just don't wear perfume. Or clove oil.

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The walls of the annex are lined with coffee beans in glass jars, a sight that usually freaks me out (exposure to light is not good for coffee beans). But it looked like they had only enough stock to last a few days...or so I assured myself (note: the lids aren't really air-tight, so the beans do oxidize and change over time, even if not discernible to most).

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I was too late to attend one of their cuppings (they have them twice a day). I didn't really know what to get, so I ordered a few cups of coffee and watched Megan use the Clover. It looks pretty clunky but makes a great cup of coffee:

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I had a cup from a micro lot from El Injerto, a Guatemalan estate that previously took #1 in the Cup of Excellence judging. It was very good. I had a couple others - a Colombian #1 Cup of Excellence from La Esperanza that was delicious and one other that I just can't recall. This chart, from the Cup of Excellent website, shows the COE Auction winners and how much they paid.

Megan thoughtfully wrote on each of my cups so that I would remember which was which. They were great - each so different, but each was delicious as it cooled.

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By the end of my day I had consumed nearly 2 cups of drip coffee and two espressos. Yeah, I was wired. My only regret was not going earlier in the day so I could have tried even more.

Update 3/26/08: The New York Times reported today that Stumptown has stopped using the Clover machine after Starbucks bought the company. I don't blame them. Given Starbucks' inability to roast coffee properly (ie not to burn the hell out of it), the Clover is now reduced to a novelty, there for status but little else, as the coffee it produces at Starbucks (using that badly roasted coffee) tastes terrible. I wouldn't want to be associated with that either.

Land's Sake: Community Supported Agriculture in Weston, MA

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Across from the Field School in Weston, MA, where I attended my first deliciously addictive flea market, is an unusual sight in such a posh and exclusive suburb: Land's Sake, a non-profit farm that offers both CSA shares (basically a vegetable subscription program) on 25 acres of prime real estate.

I love this place for its rustic simplicity. There isn't an over-abundance of produce, but what they do have is very very good: honey made on the farm from hives that you can see from the road, wonderful heirloom tomatoes, interesting varieties of patty pan squash, corn from a neighboring farm, pick your own berries and flowers, and any number of other tasty things brought from the ground in season.

The farm stand is exactly what I imagine every farm stand should look like:

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And almost every view has a pastoral background that takes you right out of the 'burbs and into the country:

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Every summer, middle school students can come to the farm and learn about the stewardship of the land. It is just one of many really interesting program focused on bringing sustainable agriculture (and responsible eating, albeit indirectly) to the masses. At least those masses who have parents that care about these sorts of things.

I was particularly fond of the patty pan squash they had this year:

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The tomatoes were rather modest in selection compared to Verrill, but every bit as lovely:

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Verrill Farm, Concord MA

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In 1996 I attempted to bike to Verrill Farm, a small farm market and supplier of high-end produce to many Boston area restaurants, from my home in Cambridge, MA. Although only 12 miles away, I was bedeviled by the hills and by my less than adequate biking skills. It wasn't that I couldn't stay on the bike - I just wasn't in shape. At the end of the exhausting late spring ride, we were rewarded with a trip to some of Verrill's asparagus fields, which happened to be located in the town where I grew up. The fields were on on the driving route between my house and my high school. Although I had driven by them for over two years, twice a day, sometimes more, I had never noticed their existence. They had been hiding in plain sight. Today, whenever I drive past, I always look to see if the asparagus is still growing there.

I grew up with Verrill Farm. Back in elementary school, they took us there to see the cows and visit a working dairy farm. Back then Verrill was a dairy, but like most small family-owned New England Dairies, they couldn't compete. Instead of closing the farm and sub-dividing the farmland (they couldn't anyway because it was protected agricultural land per a 1982 arrangement), Verrill turned to agriculture. In high school, I stopped there for pick your own vegetables and berries.  In those days there was only a small rustic shack. In 1990 they sold the herd and started plans for the farm stand that stands there today:

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In the Summer, Verrill is the go-to place for an incredible variety of heirloom tomatoes:

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And  of course they win prizes for their efforts:

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These happen to be my favorite tomatoes:

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I think they're called Matt's Sweet Cherry Tomatoes, though I'm not sure. They're tiny and taste like golden sugar.

My family is also a big fan of the corn they grow at Verrill. They always have at least four varieties for sale - the prices ain't cheap, but the corn is always great:

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And -- happiness -- located a mere 30 minutes from Boston is a source of the precious Mirai corn variety. Thank you Farmer Verrill!

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Raw Milk Resources: Finding a local farmer near you

Today I received a newsletter with a link to the most fantastic website that will thrill cheesemakers and raw milk enthusiasts alike - a listing of local farmers who are selling raw milk in the form of either shares in a cow or actual raw milk. Farmers list out what they have, and it is up to you to get in touch and get your milk. I wish I had this list years ago.

Portland Farmers Market, June 2007

Late spring is an incredible time to go to the farmers market in Portland. I went on a Saturday morning, the first in June, and was blown away not only by the produce but by the artisan food products, from bakery to cheese to pizza to bread to jam. The only disappointment was coffee - someone, not Stumptown, was selling just the most mediocre brew.

I took a lot of photos. Here are just a few from that day:

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Mad for Joe Dressner

I'm crazy for Joe Dressner and his impeccable taste and the wines he brings to the US through his company, Louis/Dressner Selections. I adore the wines he and team select and I actually do look for his import label on the back of bottles when I'm at the wine store. Sometimes I just ask the staff if they carry the portfolio. As a fan of 'traditional' winemaking, I have found that wines with the Joe Dressner stamp of approval do indeed please my palate and provide a great value. The product is 'real wine,' and is made traditionally with wild yeasts, is hand harvested, non-filtered using natural viticulture. The website explains it better than I ever could. It is chock full of great information about Dressner's favorite winegrowing areas as well as a well-argued case for bucking the price tyranny of the AOC in France.

I learned about Joe Dressner wines when I was asked, four years ago, to work a wine tasting at Chambers Street Wine in New York. I matched cheeses with a selection of Louis/Dressner wines served by the shop staff. It was incredible, eye opening, and the wines, Savennieres (chenin blanc) and Chinon (cabernet franc), were revelations.  Not only were they were delicious, but they also reflected the terroir of the Loire valley. Better yet, they were less expensive than wines of similar quality from California, and, to my palate, better by several standard deviations than anything in the same price range from California.

In trying to locate a reliable source of Louis/Dressner Selections wine in Chicago, I did a search and stumbled on to Joe Dressner's Blog, written by the man himself on his cell phone, his blackberry and possibly his computer whenever he pauses long enough to sit down. He spends a lot of time in France, and peppers his blog with references to dinners that made him sick, temper tantrums he's had, and his dislike for the average US wine industry macher. His blog tracks his haircuts, his transatlantic voyages on discount airlines, the transatlantic voyages of people he works with, and random apologies for not blogging more often. My recent favorite entry? It had to be this one. Remember: Joe Dressner does not have peeps.

Although he claims that the site's point is "unabashed self-promotion", Joe Dressner is no PR man. His unfiltered and uncensored rants are a pleasure to read, much as his wine selections are a joy to drink.

In Chicagoland, Sam's carries some of the portfolio.

http://www.joedressner.com/

Article from Gastronomica on Joe Dressner and his approach to wine.

Is there good cheese in Australia?

There’s got to be more to Australian cheese than King Island Dairy and the crap that I tasted – but declined to sell – when I was still cheesemongering at Artisanal in NYC. At least that’s what I told myself when I set out to visit my first cheese shop in Melbourne’s Docklands district just after Christmas.

My experiences with Australian cheeses had been, until December, woeful and disappointing. I remember one importer bringing in more than a dozen cheeses for me and Daphne to taste and evaluate. Although they had been airfrieghted in and were, presumably, relatively fresh, some were ammoniated with slightly sticky rinds, while others were bland and no different from the mediocre cheeses we had in the US, at more than double the price. We took a pass on everything.

One of the lessons I took from my time working as a buyer is that there is often great cheese in the world, made by talented cheesemakers, that never makes it to US shores. Sometimes it is because the cheesemaker cannot or will not register with their own government and the FDA (see my entry for an explanation). Others are too small. And yet others just don't care or need US notice or recognition. Sometimes it is a combination of factors, sometimes it is the whim of the cheesemaker alone. And sometimes a cheese makes it in briefly, then disappears. Knowing this I was hopeful (but not overly optimistic) that I would find great cheese during my trip.

Turns out I was could not have been more disappointed. A little web research helped explain why.

Australia has steadfastly refused to allow raw milk cheeses of any kind into the country until 1998, when aged Swiss cheeses like Sbrinz and Gruyere were allowed, and still prohibits cheesemakers from using raw milk in cheesemaking, even in aged cheeses.

Will Studd, who runs Calendar Cheese Company and is Australia’s cheese guru, infamously stated that the prohibition against raw milk cheesemaking in Australia was holding cheese quality back:

“I don't think any specialty cheese industry in the world has ever developed without raw milk because raw milk cheeses essentially reflect the area they come from”.

This statement is both true (raw milk cheeses do reflect the area they come from) and untrue (pasteurized cheeses, when made well, also reflect the area they come from). Australia has yet to develop great farmstead cheese, due not only to the ban on raw milk but, among other things (including poor cheesemaking), tight regulations on microbial count in the cheese aging process – a ban which limits the temperature a cheese can be ripened and aged at and slows the growth of the bacteria responsible for flavor in pasteurized and unpasteurized cheese.

               

The Sydney Morning Herald, in an article from 2004, quotes Laurie Jensen, the cheesemaker from Tarago River Cheese Company, who is ready to see the regulations lifted:

“"I'm very frustrated by it: we mature our cheese at anything from 12 to 20 degrees [celsius] and we've got this stupid storage regulation of 4 degrees," he says. "We've been grinding away for 20 years, and every time we turn the corner, we get belted. I'm not sure how you're supposed to build flavour into cheeses."

Milk quality and low-grade or homogeneous pasture, as well as lack of diversity in dairy animals may also contribute to poor cheese quality, contends the articles author, Matthew Evans. Australia has some glorious brush and countryside, not to mention a diverse climate packed with micro climates; is the implication that farmers are feeding their animals the same thing, grazing them on the same grasses, regardless of their location in the country? This seems more a flight of fancy than truth.

                  

Trying to understand why

               

In some countries in Europe, silage is used for feed during the winter – and the results are still tastier than 99% of the cheeses in Australia. I can’t believe it is only or largely the milk and pasture, although both do play vital roles in the creation and expression of terroir. Lack of cheesemaking expertise, limits on bacteria count, average milk, and high labor and feed costs can contribute to poor cheese in varying degrees. And bad cheesemaking may be the number one culprit.

As in the US, the size of Australia makes distribution a challenge for distributors and cheesemakers who want to get exposure for their product. A cheese made in Western Australia will be tough to move to a market in Sydney. Hot weather combined with expensive overland and air transportation add costs to the product similar to the markup on California cheeses in New York or Chicago. And as in the US before the artisan cheese boom (yes, there actually is one, it started around 1999) there isn’t much demand for domestically produced cheeses. It may be a chicken-or-the-egg question. Is poor cheese quality reason for the lack of demand, or is there no demand, thus no need or ability to improve quality?

In some ways, Australia’s attitude toward cheese (in general) reminds me of the US in the 1980s, when artisan goat cheese was first making an appearance in US restaurants with Laura Chenel’s cheese in California. Cheese was something people stored in plastic wrap singles, shelf-stable boxes, or bought shredded for pizza, but it was not something that we cared about. Goat cheese seemed to change all that. Soon the pleasantly acidic cheese was on the menus of "in" west coast restaurants, and worked its way across the country as it tracked to New York and back again.

                                                   

Even in the mid-90s, it was hard to find truly great artisan and farmhouse cheese in the US. And then something took hold in the late ‘90s. A generation of young cheesemakers began to come of age, taking their inspiration from home grown American cheesemakers such as Laura Chenel and Sally Jackson; the great UK cheese evangelist Randolph Hodgson at Neal’s Yard Dairy, and the small, unsung heroes of cheesemaking across Europe, coaxing terroir from their milk and using the centuries-old methods of their teachers and mentors in Europe.

There is obviously more to the story than I'm acknowledging, so much more - I don't mean to trivialize anyone's role in the development and growth of the US artisan cheese boom. The American Cheese Society, Whole Foods, a growing interest in the source of our food, the Slow Food movement, Zingerman's, and countless small retailers across the country helped fuel interest in artisan and farmhouse cheese. It is far too much to include in a blog entry on Australian cheese....

Contrasts in the US

The American cheese scene does get better every year but has much room for improvement. For every great new cheesemaker, there are 20 others making mediocre cheese. The last time I went to the American Cheese Society’s Festival of Cheeses, I was disappointed by the overall lack of quality, the ubiquity of flavored blocks of cheese, and the obvious omission of several great cheeses from the contest – either intentionally or unintentionally on the part of the cheesemaker. This is not to say there are no great cheesemakers in the States – there most certainly are, making (relatively) consistent cheese that can compete with the world’s best. I love Pleasant Ridge Reserve, Rogue Creamery’s blues, Cindy Major’s Vermont Shepherd, Mateo Kehler’s Winnemere, Cato Corner’s Drunk Monk, Love Tree’s Gabriel and Trade Lake Cedar, Winchester Extra Aged Gouda, Andante’s fresh goat, baton, and melange (see below for more on Andante), and many others I can’t recall as I write this. But there are dozens of other cheesemakers out there who are inconsistent or unremarkable and are propped up by their artisan or farmhouse or organic status, celebration in the local press, and romancing at the nearby farmers market. I think there is a place for this sort of local product…just not necessarily outside a 25 mile radius of their operation.

But I’m getting away from my focus – Australian Cheese.

My sister and I wandered around Melbourne, and after a little museum hopping, I suggested a walk out to the Docklands. What I really meant was that I wanted to go to Docklands and if I told her it was because I was trying to find a cheesemonger, she wouldn’t go for it. I abandoned her on a park bench and almost instantly bumped into The Wine and Cheese Providore – the holy grail.

The cheese section of the store was inside a cooler – yes, the same kind of cooler with the same kind of refrigeration/humidification unit that Murrays or Artisanal might have, except with a glass window in place of a wall. A sign on the door urged me to come in. None of the cheeses were behind glass or wrapped in plastic. Everything was out, either aging on wooden shelves or in neat piles and ready to buy. The cheeses with fleurie rinds were kept in a cooler, to control aging a little more. I was smitten!

Belinda Paterson, the cheesemonger at the Providore, led me through the Australian cheeses she had on hand. It didn't take long because there weren't many. The good ones were sold out and the rest weren't worth trying. There was not a single cheese from King Island Dairy -- those are carried by supermarkets and the stalls at Queen Victoria Market. Instead she gave me a list of 'must try' cheeses, and told me to head over to another part of town to see her old colleague Ryan Andrijich at Richmond Hill Cafe & Larder. On her list? Holy Goat's La Luna, Heidi Dairy's Tilsit, Gruyere, and Raclette, and Red Hill's Misty Valley.

Here's Belinda inside the cheese cave:

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and here's another view of the cheese:

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Can you spot the Australian cheese? There's just one in this picture.

So I was off to Richmond Hill Cafe and Larder. And sure enough, Ryan was there. Here he is, standing by the register just outside the cave:

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The cheese room is gorgeous:

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This view shows the construction of the room - and the shelves. Notice the wood? When we tried that at Artisanal the health department came down on us. So we used plastic...definitely not the same. I like that you can see the cafe through the window - it provides a sense of place and also gives diners something to look at other than the sidewalk or their dining companion.

Ryan confirmed what Belinda had said -- there wasn't much good cheese around, and the little good cheese available wasn't in stock because the Christmas holidays had wiped out the inventory. But there was French cheese to spare -- priced so many times higher than here in the US. He did have the Heidi Dairy cheeses -- they were just fine. But my feeling for them was tempered by the fact that similar cheeses from Switzerland were so much better, and priced lower. The novelty was that they were made in Australia, and were smaller than the originals on which they were modeled. For someone putting together a Australian-focused menu, they would be the perfect domestic melting cheese. For someone like me looking for a transcendent experience in the form of fermented milk, they were forgettable and irrelevant.

I grilled Ryan a little more about cheesemaking in Australia. He could name two cheesemakers who he thought were great - a woman from Western Australia whose name I cannot remember, and the two women from Holy Goat. And he didn't have any of their cheeses in stock.

When I came home I did a little more research on Holy Goat. I found this great article from Divine Online in which the author, Andrew Wood, takes Australia's cheesemakers to task. He writes:

There are too many so-called "specialist cheeses" produced in this country that are either stultifyingly bland and boring or wildly inconsistent to the point of being inedible.

Wood then goes on and describes how Carla and Ann-Marie learned their craft by working on organic farms in Europe and Ireland and from working for Gay Kervella in Western Australia (incidentally, Kervella's cheese as well as cheeses from Bruny Island, another acclaimed dairy, was and may still be available in the US via www.34-degrees.com ). They are completely in tune with the seasons and the land they work. They have 40 Saanen and British Alpine Goats, and will eventually milk up to 60 goats. That's not a lot of goat cheese. Harley Farms, where I spent a summer in 2002, milks nearly 250 goats, and even then easily sells out all their cheese). The two women employ traditional French 'soft curd' method of making cheese, ladling uncut curds into molds, which keeps them soft and supple, with a fine texture.

I will go back to Australia, and I will taste great Australian cheese. I will just have to plan better next time, and arrange to see some farms. I am optimistic that there is great Australian cheese, even if I have yet to taste it.

Shilling for the best coffee I've had all year

Bruce Corker grows amazing 100% organic coffee high up in the Kona district of Hawaii at his "estate", Rancho Aloha. Rich volcanic soils and a cool tropical climate gives the coffee unparalleled depth and smoothness. Growing great coffee was Corker's dream from the time he was a young Peace Corps volunteer in Colombia.

A month ago I received an email from the Corkers with the news that they had for sale the same Kona coffee that won a blue ribbon at the 2005 Gevalia (KRAFT!) sponsored Kona coffee contest.

Aloha Rancho Aloha Customer:

Since Rancho Aloha was chosen as Kona’s top coffee in the Gevalia Competition, we have received many requests for a roast as close as possible to the one used in the judging.

Working with Kona’s master roaster (who does all the roasting for the Gevalia Competition) we have developed a mild and flavorful offering that showcases Rancho Aloha’s special qualities.

If you have been waiting for this roast, please let us know right away as supply is limited. Our NEW “Prize-Winning Roast” in 8 oz. bags, whole bean, at $17.50 each, will be available beginning April 7, 2006.

We have not posted this on our website, so if you want the new roast through the website print “PRIZE-WINNING ROAST” and # of bags into the “phone” line on the website order form. Or you can order by telephone (808-322-9562) or send us an email. We look forward to hearing from you.

I've had this coffee and what can I say -- it is incredible and the highlight of my morning. One of my biggest complaints about the first batch of Ranch Aloha that I tasted was the roast -- too dark, no subtlety, almost burnt-bark tasting. This offering, by contrast, is one of the best roasted coffees that I have had - it is deep, chocolatey, nutty, rich, with a hint of minerality -- in a word, perfect. Yeah, it is $35/pound without including shipping, but if coffee makes you happy, and you don't roast your own, this is the must-try coffee (while it lasts). If you do roast your own, they also sell green coffee. Bruce's email is corkclan@msn.com.