The bright lights of glamourous cheese selling, here I come!
Saturday 2 June 2012
My second
week of initiation into the cheese world took place in a smart cheese boutique
in Halles Paul Bocuse, a very classy covered market in the posh part of Lyon.
Fromagerie Mons in the Halles is run by an esteemed cheeseman and Meilleur
Ouvriere de France, Etienne Boissy. (a
prestigious prize for people involved in gastronomy in France, recognising them
as having an exceptional talent). I have to say I felt quite nervous about this
post having had no training, the idea of wielding a large double handled cheese
knife and serving customers in such a respected establishment was fairly
daunting.
Tous les blues |
I began
with simple tasks, which I found immensely enjoyable, breaking up a huge chunk
of parmesan into tiny pieces to sell in little shiny boxes. Wrapping up
individual St Marcellin’s, handling these weeny squidgy cheeses and popping
them into special wrappers, each one slightly different but perfect in its own
way. Joy!
Then came
the time to serve customers and get to grips with the 100 or more varieties of
cheese they stock. “Was it Tomme
de Berger or Tomme de Bois Noir,
Madame ?”
”Forme d’Ambert or Forme
de Mont Brison, Monsieur?”
“ And why are you speaking in the quietest
voice possible and mumbling into your whiskers, don’t you
realise I’m trying to fulfill my cheese destiny!”
Saint Marcellin all wrapped and ready |
Despite
having a vaguely good knowledge of cheese I learnt something during my time at
Mons. There is so much to know, so much to consider, my colleagues were so
knowledgeable, ce n’est pas evident.
After
locating the correct cheese amongst thousands that look identical, then comes
the equally puzzling question of how to cut it. Lyre? Wire? Big knife? small
knife? Teeth?
To be
honest the answer was never teeth but I considered it.
Heres some
basic rule if you ever find yourself working in a cheese shop by mistake,
Blue
cheeses are cut with a ‘lyre’, and the hand fondles the underside of the cheese
through some paper to finish the job.
Goats cheeses and smaller sheep and cow varieties can be cut with a
smallish sharp knife.
Hard cheeses that come from large wheels of cheese such as comte,
emmental and parmesan require the sexy double handled knife that makes you feel
like a proper cheeseman but also reminds you that you have no upper body
strength.
Then there are the tricky little buggers like Mimolette, an extremely mature
cheese from the north of France whose canyonous
rind is covered in tiny microscopic mites which nibble it a fine dust.
This must be cut with a wire that is wrapped around the cheese then pulled
towards you to the sound of thousands of tiny screams as the mites perish.
"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" |
Luckily lots of our customers liked to buy the teeny individual goats
cheeses that were as pretty as individual handmade chocolates, decorated with
an array of herbs and flowers from the region of Provence and in every shape
you could imagine.
My work experience fell right in the middle of the season for Chevre de provence, the goats have
apparently been snacking on all the fresh green shoots and spring flowers and
are now producing the sweetest, herby, flowery milk that’s perfect for these
beautiful farmhouse cheeses. I was a big fan of Tomme de Pebre d’ai, ranging from firm, grey and flavoursome to
orange, creamy and gooey depending on how mature it was.
Beautiful little chevres |
One day my boss made a cheesecake, but this was no ordinary biscuit and Philadelphia
affair this was a true cake of pure cheese. Taking a brillat savarin he sliced it into three rounds using the lyre. He
then created a mix of marscepone and cepes mushrooms, and layered this mixture
between the rounds of cheese like a cake, then finished it off by icing the
sides with the mixture. Talk about GOURMAND!
And so after six days of hard work, I sadly said goodbye to my friends
at the cheese shop, but I had a feeling this wouldn’t be the end of my cheese
adventures…
"Chez Mons ce n'est pas que les produits qui sont bonnes" |
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So did you keep up the tradition of lobbing off half the wheel when customers ask for une petite tranche?
ReplyDeleteMy comment before didn't show up, but, I am loving this (and all the Lord of the Rings parallels)!