That might be a beautiful dream for you, Wolfgang, but it would be a sad one for me. Because we would then lose some of my most favorite literature. (I mean this sincerely.)

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Subject: RE: BS: The Aged Cheese
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 25-Oct-00 - 11:48 PM

Speaking of goat's milk, I once bought some truly dangerous goat cheese; I'd been living in France (Aix-en-Provence) and wanted an interesting present for my father.  Most shops denied the existence of the sort of thing I was looking for (and some surreptitiously crossed themselves as I left), but I eventually found a little Corsican place that agreed to dig some up for me. Literally; it's a soft cheese that you put into little pots, and then bury for a year or two.  When disinterred, it's a sort of grey paste resembling Gentleman's Relish. I bought two pots, and wrapped them in aluminium foil and several layers of plastic; nevertheless, all my clothes smelt of cheese by the time I unpacked a few days later. I tried a little, spread on a dry biscuit, and could still taste it after 24 hours.  I never did find out what it was called, which is perhaps just as well for the sake of humanity, or at any rate those of us who are not Corsican...

Malcolm