This is what me and my friends Karen and Lou did tonight. The eight cheese plate from Murray’s. It was the Cheesemonger’s Choice, and we told him to “keep it gooey.” The cheesemonger there is the coolest guy — he comes out and explains each cheese with a passion you can feel. Love this place.
Mouth-watering…creamy…leaving-you-wanting-more-kinda-of-deliciousness can best be experienced with a taste of burrata. It’s possible that burrata is the sole reason why cheese is the only thing I live for I love cheese.
The simple, yet extraordinarily delicious recipe I followed is on page 28…
At 9:30 on a recent Saturday morning, in a Long Island City warehouse that smelled a bit funky, fifty-two people sat at two long tables, hunched over exams. At each seat was a sign with the test taker’s name and place of business, a slate slab, and a cutting board. The proctor, Adam Moskowitz, walked down the aisle, his steps echoing in the vast space. Suddenly, something caught his eye, and he squeaked to a halt.
“Murray’s Cheese, yo! Who’s worked at Murray’s?”
About ten hands went up.
“Yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Lineage. Lin-e-age.”
The first hour of the fourth annual Cheesemonger Invitational was underway.