Like the Syrah grape leaves that wrap a wheel of Rogue River Blue cheese, our taste buds, leaf-shaped on the tongue, wrap around the cheese as we put it in our mouths. Then, like the judges at the 2012 World Cheese Awards, who rated Rogue River Blue one of the sixteen best cheeses in the world, we might say we could 鈥渟ense the cows and the grass in the cheese.鈥� One of the best tastes my tongue ever wrapped around was fresh goat鈥檚 milk in the Trinity Alps Wilderness Area, where I met a young couple backpacking with their herd of goats. I emptied my water bottle so they could fill it with milk, the freshest, most delicious milk I have ever tasted. I could sense in it the wildflowers and shrubs of the Trinities.
Cheese judges talk about a cheese鈥檚 鈥渞obustness鈥� or 鈥渇ruitiness,鈥� but they also might say one cheese is 鈥渃ome-hithery鈥� and another 鈥渓ike a running river.鈥� One judge at the 2012 awards, a Frenchman, tried to describe a cheese with some spluttered adjectives and metaphors in awkward English before giving up and resorting to French. 鈥淐鈥檈st mon coeur qui parle,鈥� he said: It鈥檚 my heart that speaks. It鈥檚 what we all know to be true about taste. We try to give reasons for liking something, but in the end it isn鈥檛 fruitiness or robustness that makes a difference when the mouth wraps around a taste. It鈥檚 something the heart recognizes. We know we like something because the heart tells us so.
It is said that the way to a man鈥檚 heart is through his stomach. Before my sister鈥檚 first husband asked her to marry him, he asked me if she could cook. She couldn鈥檛, but he married her anyway. The marriage didn鈥檛 last long.
The way to any heart is through the palate. My sister鈥檚 second husband happily does all the cooking. The marriage is going strong into old age. If I owe apologies or thanks, I鈥檒l make cookies. In the South when I was growing up, we said, 鈥淚f I鈥檇 known you were comin鈥�, I鈥檇 a-baked a cake.鈥� When I know you鈥檙e coming, I鈥檒l bake a cake, maybe an orange-honey cake because it鈥檚 so beautiful, topped with golden circles of orange slices. But it isn鈥檛 enough for the cake to sit there looking pretty. It has to be tasted if you want to touch the heart that went into the making. A way to a woman鈥檚 heart is to like her cooking.
Or to give her chocolates. One version of the genie-in-a-bottle joke says that the man given three wishes wished first for a million dollars. Poof! there it was. Then he wished for a convertible. Poof! there was a convertible. Having the money and the car, he then wished to be irresistible to all women. Poof! he turned into a box of chocolate.
True enough. Chocolate speaks for the heart. 鈥淚 love you. See? I brought you chocolates.鈥� But any good food can speak for the heart. Maybe a wedge of Rogue River Blue would work as well. 鈥淗ere, sweetheart. Have a taste. C鈥檈st mon coeur qui parle.鈥�
