Nufenen is another in the class of Swiss alpine cheeses that I love, easy-eating but with a beautiful, gamey complexity. I wrote about Challerhocker a little while ago, and the Nufenen is another in this style of Alpine. The official name is Nufener Bio Bergkäse “Wurzig” (which translates roughly to “Nufener Organic Mountain Cheese, Spicy”), and it’s made by the Sennerei Nufenen organic (“bio”) dairy cooperative, located in eastern Switzerland, in the Graubünden canton, the coop comprised of 22 dairy farmers from the surrounding region. Nufenen is a relatively young cheese, in production for some fifty years now (which, compared to long lineages of some of its Swiss Alpine cousins, makes it a baby).
The milk for the Nufenen comes from alpage herds, which is to say that the Braunvieh cows are brought up into the mountains in the summer, to graze on the unique blend of grasses, herbs and other flora found in the rolling alpine pastures, during which time these seasonal cheeses are fabricated.
Nufenen comes in relatively smaller format compared to to other Alpines, 10” in diameter and about 12 lbs in weight. The milk is thermalised — which is essentially pasteurization but at lower temperatures and for a briefer time than full pasteurization — to gently knock down the counts for the native cultures without wiping them out altogether, while also controlling undesirable cultures. In Europe, there are actually three classifications of milk processing recognized: Raw, Thermalised and Pasteurized. But as far as US regulators are concerned, anything less than full pasteurization, including thermalised, is considered “Raw” and treated as such.
The Nufenen is aged for 5-8 months before export, with the rind washed regularly with a special brine blend during flipping, developing the reddish-brown, slightly tacky rind and the deep caramel-brown strip under the rind. The paste is golden with a scattering of small round eyes; dense and creamy, with a distinct aroma similar to chicken broth, with floral notes. The flavor is buttery, nutty and fruity, a little bit of a “spicy” personality as the name implies — although it’s not spicy in the sense of hot but more of an herbal, complex quality — with meaty, hazelnut and caramelized onion notes and a subtle barnyard pungency on the finish.
Purchased at Stinky Brooklyn.
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MAINSTREAM MEDIA WILL SAY THAT THE PROTESTERS STARTED THE VIOLENCE ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT. THIS IS NOT THE CASE AS PROVEN BY THE VIDEO ABOVE.
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I feel like the scariest thing about this is that so much of what we know about the situation has only been made possible by social media. It makes you appreciate how easy it was in the past for them to successfully sweep things like this under the rug because people didn’t have an outlet to show the situation from their side.
The worst part of outfitting our police officers as soldiers has been psychological. Give a man access to drones, tanks, and body armor, and he’ll reasonably think that his job isn’t simply to maintain peace, but to eradicate danger. Instead of protecting and serving, police are searching and destroying.
If officers are soldiers, it follows that the neighborhoods they patrol are battlefields. And if they’re working battlefields, it follows that the population is the enemy. And because of correlations, rooted in historical injustice, between crime and income and income and race, the enemy population will consist largely of people of color, and especially of black men. Throughout the country, police officers are capturing, imprisoning, and killing black males at a ridiculous clip, waging a very literal war on people like Michael Brown."
These children are members of Iraq’s Yazidi minority, who are one of many minorities deemed expendable by ISIS militants. In the last few days, ISIS has moved into their villages and taken their homes. Tens of thousands of the villagers fled into a nearby range of mountains. Realizing this, ISIS circled the mountains with guns, blocked all the roads, and waited for them to die of thirst in the 120 degree heat. These children belonged to some of the families lucky enough to escape. While their parents were panicking about their relatives trapped in the mountains, these kids found a quiet place to play. I found them banging on some cans. I asked them what they were doing. “We’re building a car,” they said.
"Isn’t that cute," I thought. "They’re imagining the cans are cars."
When I came back 5 minutes later, they had punctured holes in all four cans. Using two metal wires as axles, they turned the cans into wheels, and attached them to the plastic crate lying nearby. They’d built a car. (Dohuk, Iraq)