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[USER=4719]@shyvas[/USER]Please take a look at my avatar and consider the source of information before reading my post. I am not certain I can answer your question directly.My stepfather was a hard-working honest dairy farmer/veterinarian. I developed an exceptionally refined taste for milk even before my mother remarried. So talking to me about milk was almost like talking about fine wine. In fact, dairy farmers loved hearing my descriptions of drinking milk. I could tell you if a gallon of milk was handled properly just by the taste. It was a taste that most people could never detect. I am not an expert on cheese. Still, I generally preferred the full flavor of an extra sharp cheddar cheese during my cheese-eating days. Chao cheese was a light refreshing experience. Yet, it seemed like it had been aged for a while under a very controlled environment. If someone told me that it was a luxury import cheese from some exotic country, I would believe her. Nowadays, I can not eat cheese anymore because it makes me think of animal suffering. Nevertheless, I will always respect the old-time dairy farmer with dirt under his fingernails and the smell of manure on his clothing.
[USER=4719]@shyvas[/USER]
Please take a look at my avatar and consider the source of information before reading my post.
I am not certain I can answer your question directly.
My stepfather was a hard-working honest dairy farmer/veterinarian. I developed an exceptionally refined taste for milk even before my mother remarried. So talking to me about milk was almost like talking about fine wine. In fact, dairy farmers loved hearing my descriptions of drinking milk. I could tell you if a gallon of milk was handled properly just by the taste. It was a taste that most people could never detect.
I am not an expert on cheese. Still, I generally preferred the full flavor of an extra sharp cheddar cheese during my cheese-eating days. Chao cheese was a light refreshing experience. Yet, it seemed like it had been aged for a while under a very controlled environment. If someone told me that it was a luxury import cheese from some exotic country, I would believe her.
Nowadays, I can not eat cheese anymore because it makes me think of animal suffering. Nevertheless, I will always respect the old-time dairy farmer with dirt under his fingernails and the smell of manure on his clothing.
