BY Clay Larroy
Traveling can
be a great way to meet new people and experience other cultures. New friends
are waiting to meet you in places you have only dreamed of traveling. It can be
a wonderful way to see all that the world has to offer. Travel can be a hobby
and an adventure that will lead you to unexpected places. When you want
to plan a vacation contact me!
by Sandy Zimmerman
The charming little village of Grindelwald offers a
close-up view of life in the Alps. We were invited on a tour to visit a dairy
farm to experience how cheese was made. I am a city gal and have never visited
a farm before. Most everyone has seen pictures of the dairy farms in the United
States, but this was very different. Grindelwald Mountain Cheese is prepared
the traditional way, a ritual as the farmers did centuries ago. Recipes for
this simple method were passed down from family to family.
The guide, Hans, drove along the one- lane road
watching for oncoming cars until we passed the last local bus stop and reached
the top of the mountain. After just 45 minutes and a climb of around 5,100
feet, we were surrounded by nature. He finally stopped at a wooden farmhouse
with several exceptionally large cow bells hanging from the wall near the
window flower box. We walked into the farmhouse to stand in a small room where
the farmer’s wife was cooking cow’s milk in a huge iron pot. Hans explained
that every day after the cows were milked, she was ready to make cheese.
As the milk thickened, the woman used a harp-like
utensil to cut through the cheese because thick milk becomes difficult to cut.
We tasted the thick and milky cheese before it became cheese, it was almost
cheese! The only step of the process of making cheese that was not ‘Woman
Powered’ was using a small mechanical mixer for 10 minutes. The lady placed a
metal hoop inside cloth to make a primitive bowl/ bag as she reached down and
scooped 20 pounds of cheese into the bag repeating this over and over again. Next
she had to place the cheese in molds stacked on top of each other and she
pressed them down into shape. We could hear the cow bells ringing while
watching her. The cheese hut held all their stock of cheese each numbered with
the date to identify the new and aged cheese.
REFERENCE
SITES:
http://www.travelresearchonline.com/
-Rick
Steves
No comments:
Post a Comment