Savoring Decay: Berthaut Epoisses
I was enjoying an odoriferous slab of Epoisses last weekend (a cheese so smelly my daughters make me cover it between slices so as not to render the kitchen atmosphere unbreathable) and I took in a deep breath only to realize that the predominating smell I detected was…ammonia. Under the circumstances, this was not at all an unpleasant sensation, and it underscores an element in our enjoyment of many foods: the taste of rot, the flavor of bacteria attacking a food and rendering it intense.
Epoisses, called the “king of cheeses” by Brillat-Savarin, is very spreadable, a feature I also appreciate, and it is at once both a sophisticated fromage and a barnyardy bust in the chops. Legend has it that it was dreamed up by Cistercians, yet another culinary contribution made possible by guys who, while at least nominally denying themselves earthly pleasures, sought elevated enjoyment in food.
It is not at all hard for me to understand why younger, more sensitive palates rebel at the thought of eating something that, under other circumstances, would be judged vile, but I just love the brain-clearing slap on the tongue provided by the Berthaut round that I picked up at Whole Foods for about $15. I’m not sure I’d recommend eating this cheese “in” other food items, but all alone, with crusty bread, a green salad and a glass of sturdy red wine, it is funk fit for angels.
Hammond
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