I have never
tried limburger cheese. In fact, I have deliberately decided not to pursue this
experience given my aversion to the cheese since learning about its smelly
reputation as a child. With frequent references to limburger any time an
unpleasant smell would fill the air over the years, I had come to understand
limburger cheese was something that shouldn’t be taken lightly and was probably
best avoid altogether. As a result, I never encountered limburger cheese during
the first 30 years of my life, even when I encountered a rare instance of
seeing the cheese for sale during the holiday season. From my perspective
limburger and I were unlikely to ever have a direct meeting, and I was
absolutely fine with that.
Of course, I
knew my view on limburger was based on assumption and prejudgment, which made
me rethink the idea of trying the food as I planned for my “I have never...”
journey. Although it certainly isn’t as taboo as some of the other foods I have
tried during the course of this year, I decided my first experience with Limburger
cheese would be insightful enough to meet my “I have never...” criteria. In
turn, I scrawled the idea of eating the cheese on my “I have never...” list
with full intention of seeing if I can gain my first experience with limburger
cheese around the Christmas holiday.
Oh my... |
Eventually,
this “I have never...” idea faded until I found the holiday season arriving in
a hurry this year. In what seemed like a flash, the final days of summer
breezed through autumn and brought the cold of winter, which left me facing the
very real prospect of tracking down some limburger cheese. Although I was still
hesitant to the idea, I decided I would set aside a “Tasty Tuesday’ in December
to taste limburger cheese for the first time assuming I could locate some
around town. Luckily, my recent trip to one of the top ten cheese stores in the
nation, Fromagination, resulted in me successfully finding the one of only two
Limburger cheeses manufactured in the United States, The Monroe Cheese Chalet
Limburger. Upon finding the cheese in the store, my curiosity almost
immediately directed me to try to give the Limburger a sniff, but the tightly
wrapped, thick foil-lined paper and broad adhesive label surrounding it made it
all but impossible to gather any aroma. With no more insight regarding what to
expect from the cheese, I reluctantly purchased the small silver brick and
prepared for my first encounter with Limburger on the next available “Tasty
Tuesday.”
Getting ready |
As a result,
I found myself before a small plate of crackers and a brick of Limburger this
evening. After a few minutes of mentally preparing myself for what I knew was
going to be a somewhat unpleasant experience, I slowly began to relieve the
cheese from its brightly wrapped casing. As I did, a smell comparable to sweaty
socks freshly removed from tight footwear started to creep into the air. With
each tug of the cheese wrapper the smell grew in intensity until I found myself
surrounded by the smell of dirty feet as I sat before a cream-colored rectangular
brick of Limburger and a line of onion and rye crackers.
The
unrelenting smell of the Limburger caused me to stare at the brick of cheese
for some time, wondering what I had got myself into. After several minutes of
delay, I slowly convinced myself to dive into the experience in an effort to
get it over with, which ultimately caused me to move into action. Anxious about
the forthcoming experience, I slowly lifted my knife and started cutting a
razor thin piece of the Limburger off of the block. As the knife drove deeper
into the cheese I shook my head in disbelief and prepared for what I assumed
would be one of the worst, albeit one of the most memorable food experiences of
my “I have never...” journey. Then, with a twist of my knife I freed a chunk of
the Limburger from the block and raised it before my face. Realizing I was at
the point of no return, I closed my eyes and dropped the cheese into my mouth.
The first sniff... |
Less than a
second after the Limburger hit my tongue I felt the wince that had crossed my
face in anticipation change to a look of surprised delight. A creamy flavor
blending characteristics of fresh parmesan and the bite of aged cheddar filled
my mouth as I chewed; causing the scent of foot odor that had filled the air
moments prior to all but disappear. Despite Limburger’s reputation and my fear
of the flavor that would accompany such a notoriously smelly food, the taste
was one of the most distinct and delightful cheeses I had experienced in some
time. In a state of shock I pulled back from the plate and turned my head
toward Rachael, who was standing watching on with a concerned look on her face.
“This is actually really good!” I said in an obvious state of astonishment. “I
mean, it’s really good!”
Down the hatch! |
In
disbelief, Rachael offered a doubtful comment as she reached for the plate and
broke off a small piece of the cheese. She promptly lifted the cheese to her
mouth and but down, which sent a shudder across her upper body. “No... No, it’s
not,” she said swallowing the morsel. “It tastes like it smells... Like dirty
socks.” A bit surprised by the disparity between our experiences, I turned back
to the cheese and cut off another piece. Almost expecting my second taste to
offer a disappointing result comparable to Rachael’s experience, I bit down and
readily chewed through the Limburger’s soft body. Again, the full, sharp, and
delicious flavor I encountered moments earlier hit my tongue, which sent a
smile across my face. “Well, it tastes good to me!” I said with a grin. Firing
back a quick reply, Rachael shrugged and said, “I guess there’s just more for
you then.” Her comment was spot on, and to my amazement, I wasn’t complaining
about that reality.
Delicious? ...Delicious! |
Over the
course of the next 30 minutes, I happily nibbled away at the Limburger and
crackers until nearly a third of the brick had disappeared. Upon realizing the
amount of cheese I had consumed, I decided it was time to put the Limburger
away and return to it as a nice snack in the future. As I cleaned up, I thought
about the vast rift between my expectations leading into tonight’s “I have
never...” event and my actual experience with Limburger cheese. It was clear my
assumptions and preconceptions had gotten in the way of me gaining a positive
experience earlier in my life, which wasn’t the first time that had occurred lately.
As someone that generally likes to think I keep an open mind regarding new
experiences, experiences like today make me realize I still have work to do in
that regard. Considering how much I liked Limburger, it’s clear my notions
about things I have yet to experience only serve to hold me back from discovering
some incredible things. With four months left in my “I have never...” journey,
that means I have a lot of work to do to uncover those amazing things left
undiscovered, but if those experiences are anything like today I’ll come away
with a list of new experiences even more amazing than I could have ever
expected.
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