Pork.
Yesterday Danielle and I trekked over to Zingerman’s Deli to pick up the half-pound of jamón ibérico which she ordered. Total for that was just about $60.
That’s it right there, sliced thin, and wrapped in paper. We then took it to her parents house where it was shared with her parents, grandma, and her grandma’s best friend. There was also chorizo served, although I didn’t have any of it.
I’m still not sure how much I liked the jamón ibérico. The fat melts in the mouth and is extremely strongly flavored, almost too much for me. The muscle parts were just… excellent and sublime.
I’d also picked up some cheddar; 1/4 pound each of both Keen’s Cheddar and Montgomery’s Cheddar. The Keen’s has an incredible bite to it, almost stinging the roof of my mouth while eating it. The rind is really powerful, and I’m not quite sure it should be eaten. The Montgomery’s is a bit softer and creamier, but still wonderfully powerful. Mmm. I can’t get over how absolutely excellent it is.
We also decided to get some lunch at Zingerman’s, and while I was originally going to get a bacon-riffic sandwich, the guy cutting the cheese for me suggested that I grab a #99, the Randolph’s Grand Début (scroll down). It is described as:
The Deli’s take on a classic Parisian croque monsieur – Arkansas peppered ham, Switzerland Swiss cheese & Dijon mustard grilled on farm bread with an extra layer of butter & Swiss cheese grilled on the outside.
Yes, that’s precisely what it was. Cheese. Fried. On. The. Outside. Here’s photos of the whole thing and after eating half of it.
I then had a latte after eating and Danielle had a small cup of hot chocolate with chilis and cinnamon in it.
On the way home from Danille’s house we stopped by IPM where I actually played some silly records while other folks played less… campy stuff. At least I got to hear Kyper’s Tic Tac Toe and some Chaka Kahn. Yay!
I can’t stop eating this cheddar. At least I can refuse to Rent-a-rim.
