My fingers smell like funk right now. I can smell honey, yeast and must. To be more specific, they smell like the rind of Jasper Hill Farm’s Winnimere cheese and the local honey I paired with it. Six months ago I said goodbye to this cheese as it’s season ended. Six months of hardly touching a gooey washed rind until now. Two weeks ago I saw on the Jasper Hill Facebook page that they were releasing the first batches and then I waited patiently.
Then, while shopping at Whole Foods today I noticed her there in the case. She was a perfectly untouched, deep copper toned round. Had I been $28 richer, I would have bought the whole wheel just to marvel at by myself in the privacy of my own home. It is one of my desert island foods, you see. But, upon looking at the piece that was cut for me, to see how quickly the cheese tried to rush out from it’s rind, I knew it was actually best to not get the whole wheel. Why? Because it’s perfect right f’ing now. In fact, it may be one of the best batches I’ve seen from them since their first release of this particular cheese. But, it shouldn’t surprise me at all because it seems like Jasper Hill is hitting it’s stride. Recent sampled batches of their Moses Sleeper, Constant Bliss, Clothbound Cheddar (done in conjunction with Cabot Creamery) and their Bayley Hazen Blue have been particularly delicious.
My first taste of this years Winnimere was a pleasant surprise. While it had the body of a near overly ripened cheese, it had a sweetness that was extremely reminiscent of a triple creme brie. The slight smokiness of a cured meat–something I absolutely love in this cheese–was more subtle than I remembered it, though the rind itself(washed with a lambic ale) was as yeasty as ever.
You can seek it out at Whole Foods, The Cheese Iron and K. Hortons(I think) for the next six months, as well as it’s appearances on many a cheese plate at local restaurants. Do yourself a favor and buy a small wedge of it. Let it come to room temperature, smear it on slices of your favorite crusty bread and share my obsession. I’ll need the shoulders of others to cry upon come July when she disappears once again.