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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 2006-09-28, Page 5THE CITIZEN, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2006. PAGE 5. Other Views `Milk's leap toward immortality' S omebody — obviously a devoted cheese- ophile — once described cheese as "milk's leap toward immortality". Personally, I wouldn't leap too high in defense of cheese. There are lots of different kinds out there and one man's cheddar is another man's gorgonzola. Cheese and I didn't get off to a very good start. The rest of my family favoured, for unfathomable reasons, a gooey, fluorescent orange confection called Velveeta. They ate tubs of the stuff. As a kid I was a bottomless pit and a dedicated 'fridge raider. I would pluck out and hoover back just about anything that wasn't lashed to the refrigerator shelves — but never the Velveeta. I would have gnawed the rubber gasket off the refrigerator door before I'd sink to that level. To me, Velveeta looked (and smelled) like a used diaper. There's an irony there, because as I discovered in later life, a lot of delicious cheese, well...stinks. The reek can range from cheese that smells like unwashed feet to a nostril-searing, pass-the-bucket stench redolent of Junior's unwashed football uniform mouldering in a high school gym locker with a hiht of long-dead mouse thrown in. It's a sadistic little game we play with our senses. We hoist a wedge of cheese to our face: our nose cries "Yuk!" But our taste buds croon "Yum!" Nine times out of 10 the taste buds win. Gorgonzola reeks but we eat it anyway. Roquefort and Munster cheeses are pretty whiffy. Camembert can make your eyes water and there's a French cheese called Vieux Boulogne that paramedics should use to revive Rae forgets Former New Democrat premier Bob Rae says he feels comfortable and at home ' in the Liberal Party to which he defected so what happened to all those nasty things he said about it? Rae, who is increasingly rated among the strongest contenders for leader of the federal Liberals, said he is in that party for the long haul and committed to stay and work on its team even if he fails to become leader. This is a peculiar attachment considering Rae found many faults in the Liberals in Ontario and federally when he was premier from 1990-95. Rae declared Liberals "are not troubled by having a philosophy — at least I can't find one." He complained the Liberals who preceded him in government played a dirty trick by calling an election after three instead of four years. because they expected an economic recession and wanted to get the election over before it hit, but voters saw through this. Rae railed that when he fought the recession, the Liberals contributed only "doom and gloom and nasty negativism." Rae alienated many of his own supporters by forcing public sector employees to take days off without pay to save costs and said bitterly the Liberals opposed him every step of the way, but offered no alternatives. Rae fumed "the Liberals don't know what to do except say no and oppose, day in and day out. They know how to resist and obstruct, but they don't know how to build. We are trying to build a better Ontario and they are trying to tear it down." Rae mocked "The Liberals live in a dream world in which there are no recessions, no problems with financing and no need for any management or control." Rae said he never "heard a peep from the Liberals proposing one constructive solution heart attack victims. And Blue Stilton! Why, Blue Stilton smells so bad we... ...Dab it behind our ears??? Thought you'd heard of everything? Figured that the weirdness quotient had been used up in a world where people pay for bottled water, vote for George Bush and accord celebrity status-to airheads like Paris Hilton? Not quite. Make room for Eau de Stilton. It's a perfume being marketed by the Stilton Cheese Makers Association and yes friends; they are dead serious. A company spokesman explained (while maintaining a straight face): "Our perfumier was able to capture the key essence of the (Blue Stilton) scent and recreate it in an unusual but highly wearable perfume." Where do we go from here? Cheddar roll-on deodorants? Brie cologne? Parmesan face powder? I hate to see the Stilton gang getting into the perfume business. It can only lead to nasty rivalries as cheesemakers attempt to outskunk each other. And that means, sooner or later. somebody's going to roll out the Casu marzu. Casu marzu is the plutonium bomb of cheeses. It is native to Sardinia, and fortunately seldom gets very far from its roots. Casu marzu doesn't travel well. In fact to the province's difficult challenges." Rae said other provinces cut costs, but "The Liberal party seems to be immune from the outbreak of common sense taking place across the country. It just wants to sit on the fence." "I have no idea what the Liberal Party really thinks should be done. All I know is whatever "I do. it will be there to criticize, because that's the traditional, old-style politics it specializes in." When Liberal leader Lyn McLeod appeared to moderate a position, Rae scoffed "Boy, do you ever change your mind? You really are a Liberal, aren't you?" Rae's criticisms were mainly of Liberals in the legislature, but he did not spare federal Liberals, whom he has now joined. Rae accused the federal Liberal government under then prime minister Jean Chretien of unfairly cutting spending on shared-cost programs and "discriminating against Ontario." Final Thought I hope our wisdom will grow with our power, and teach us, that the less we use our power the greater it will be. — Thomas Jefferson there's not an airline in the world that would let you bring it aboard. It's kind of self-explanatory if you know Sardinian dialect. Casu marzu means 'rotten cheese'. Even if your nose is on strike you can always tell if you've got some Casu marzu on your plate. It will be moving. That's because Casu marzu is riddled with dozens and dozens of living, wriggling maggots. They are fly larvae deliberately introduced in the fermentation process to give Casu marzu its trademark runny, stinky character. Removal, of the maggots prior to ingestion is....optional. Purists like to crunch them along with the cheese. If you ever.do summon up the nerve to try some Casu marzu you might want to bring along a pair of safety goggles. The maggots are highly active and can jump up to six inches when agitated. And how dons Casu marzu taste? Awful, apparently. A food critic writing in The Wall Street Journal, describes it as "a viscous, pungent goo that burns the tongue and can affect other parts of the body". Indeed it can. Indulgers run the risk of intestinal lesions, nausea, vomiting, hallucinations and bloody diarrhea. Cheese. I recently read a front page story in a British newspaper that starts out: "A deranged cheese counter assistant has been convicted of terrorizing a leading Limehouse psychiatrist for more than a year." Check the guy's passport. Sounds like a Casu marzu junkie to me. Rae said the federal Liberals "sorely and badly shortchanged Ontario" and their cuts in social programs were "the most blatant act of discrimination ever carried out by a federal government." Rae complained the federal Liberal government contributed "far less for Ontarians in need than it does for those living in other provinces." Rae also criticized Chretien for failing to eliminate the goods and services tax, "the one fundamental promise he made on behalf of the Liberal Party," and taunted Ontario Liberals to stand up to their federal leader and persuade him. Why would Rae forget all these differences and throw in his lot with a party with which he had disagreed so often so vigorously and had so little in common? Rae had become increasingly out of step with NDP policies, but in another criticism said he had long watched the Liberal Party and — he presumably meant at the federal level — "the one thing that sustains it, keeps it going, keeps it strong .and keeps it together, is the quest for power." Rae has tasted power and wants it back. He noted the federal Liberal Party is similarly motivated and offers the best vehicle to take him there, and grabbed it. Letter THE EDITOR, We would like to express appreciation to Brussels and area residents. The Terry Fox Run raised $6,464.37 for cancer research. Weo acknowledge Brussels Foodland for donation of water, hot dogs and pop for run day. Doug McArter, organizer. Home away from home /t was a long trip after a busy work day. You drag yourself out of the car, make your way onto the welcoming porch, then into the warmth of the familiar. Ahh, home at last. Well, Almost Home anyway. That's the name of the bed and breakfast where my husband, myself and our friends have stayed during an annual trip over the past five years. The name has become somewhat symbolic. I admit I was a little reluctant when we first investigated the B&B option for accommoda- tion. I like my privacy and the idea of sharing a breakfast table with strangers didn't hold a lot of appeal to me. However, during a search, photos of a cozy, white-railed porch piqued my interest. Further details revealed what seemed to be a perfect fit for the four of us and we booked. While that first stay was a little awkward for "Oh Shy One" here, there was no question that we had made an excellent decision. Our hosts were great — friendly, knowledgeable about the area, and social without being intrusive. The food was incredible, and we left convinced we would be back. Five years later, we have come to know them, and they us fairly well. We have shared family worries, sadnesses and smiles. We have discovered a common interest in the blues (that would be music) and have learned a surprising amount of things about each other considering the short time we are together. I found it interesting, too, how quickly we four visitors established a routine in this household. Friday evening upon arrival, there's no need to ask about our room. We made the choice the first year and it has remained the same. Bags are dumped, hangers draped and with munchies and beverage we head for the porch, where we sit until the wee hours of the morning. Rising we come out to the dining room and automatically grab the mug from the same place at the table we've claimed as our own. It's never crossed our minds, it seems to mix it up. Then coffee in hand we head back to that porch we love so much to await the call for one of the best darn breakfasts anywhere. While we indulge in the hedonistic homage to gluttony, we are given suggestions on how to spend our day, interspersed with Q&A about family, work and travel. It truly has become like a home away from home. We were therefore saddened this year when our hosts mentioned they may not continue with their B&B for another year. Both are looking to retirement and sure they don't want to be tied to home. Can't blame them. But as we left this time it was with a sense that life has once again given us a sign it's maybe time for a change. We booked, but will probably make a decision to go elsewhere. What's certain is that we will once again be looking into bed and breakfast establishments for our accommodation. If you've never tried B&B, look into it for. your next trip. It's not always any more economical, but there's an intimacy and warmth that one doesn't get in an impersonal, utilitarian motel room. Get on the interne and investigate. There will be some turkeys out there, but when you hit the one that's right for you, I think you'll know. One thing I know is that it's going to be tough to top what we've had, and a few years I'm sure before we'll feel we're almost home again. earlier criticisms