The year was 2003 and I was working in a kitchen in Virginia. That is where I first met Humbolt Fog. Now, as time has passed I have fallen in love with many other cheeses, including others from Cypress Grove, but none compare. Humbolt Fog was my "first". Our love affair was full of passion and wonder. Was it her sweet slightly funky aroma or the fact that I have a bias towards goat cheeses? I have no idea. All I know is that it was the first time that I remember eating a cheese and being wowed by it.
She ripens from the outside in. When ripe the paste has both a creamy texture (not unlike Bucheron) and a chalky, crumbly texture. She is lovely on her own, but becomes a superstar when she goes out on the town with a hunk of warm crusty bread and some good honey. Oh Humbolt Fog I adore you. You are the reason I love cheese now. You showed me that Kraft is a cheese food but that you my soft, sultry goaty one are the true definition of an American cheese.