Dave Lieberman for OC Weekly on a south-of-the-border, backwoods cheese discovery.
“He opened a refrigerator on the porch of the house–this is where it gets a little Arkansas–and showed us stacks and stacks of wheels of beige-yellow cheese. “It isn’t ready yet,” he said, “it needs a couple more weeks.” Still, he let us try it, and he let us buy a wheel each. It was wonderful cheese, creamy and so full of that almost-acrid milkfat taste that we couldn’t imagine what it would taste like when fully
Three weeks later, I went back with friends I was taking on a tour of Baja, and we pulled into Señor Mora’s driveway. My Honda Accord, loaded with four passengers and luggage, barely made it over the hump in the driveway; we pulled up to the house, where two very friendly dogs and one extremely pissed-off kitten greeted us. I asked after the cheese, and Mora told me it was ready.”