Going to the cheese aisle of a store is like going to the library. There's so many different kinds cheeses, each with its own aroma, flavor, color, texture, and heft. I have to spend time examining whatever blocks of cheese catch my eye. Like browsing the shelves of the nonfiction section, I rely on serendipity to lead me to the next type of cheese to try.
My latest discovery is a hard goat cheese made by a Kentucky based company, Sapori d'Italia. I have no idea what it's called, as I threw away the wrapper in my eagerness to cut a slice. It's a pungent, crumbly cheese with a rich nutty flavor and a hint of black pepper.
My paltry description aside, I like it quite a bit. J., on the other hand, thought it tasted "vaguely like soap."* Which is good, as it means more cheese for me.
I love cheese.
*I have no idea where the soapy flavor comes from, and I think this is the result of J.'s tendency to devour foods without savoring them (ha!)