A post about cheese and jam


Midway, in the Heber Valley


My wife and I have driven past Heber Valley Artisan Cheese more times than I can count.  But we’ve always been in a hurry and have never taken time to stop.


This afternoon, though, we did.


I’ve always liked cheese.  Except, of course, for Velveeta.  (But even Velveeta has its uses.  As a base for queso dip, for example, or as bait on a hook.)


A view of Burgdorf, near Bern, Switzerland


And my mission in Switzerland did absolutely nothing to dampen my enthusiasm.  I actually lived for a couple of months in Burgdorf, the largest city in the Emmen Valley or Emmental, where Emmentaler cheese — which most Americans think of as, simply, “Swiss cheese” — got its name.  One of my semi-serious secular goals for my mission was to try every kind of cheese produced in Switzerland.  Until I learned that there are at least 450 varieties of Swiss cheese (“Swiss cheese” being only one of them).  At that point, I gave up.


But back to Heber Valley.  We sampled several cheeses and three rhubarb-based jams.  And we bought.


Good stuff.  I just had some kakao cheddar on crackers.  Wonderful.


In keeping with my policy of pushing good local restaurants and local food (among other things), I recommend a visit if you’re ever in town.  Incidentally, the town of Midway, where Heber Valley Artisan Cheese is located, was settled by immigrant Swiss converts to Mormonism.


Posted from Park City, Utah


The little town of Midway is still self-consciously Swiss, in certain ways.



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  • Lucy Mcgee

    Our dad loved limburger, which when overly ripe, could drive people from a room. As a child, I’d hide dad’s limburger outside the house until he demanded that it be found. So sad. Mom hated limburger; we all hated limburger and it wasn’t until a few years ago that I tried it. As it melted on the Bavarian rye, our kitchen began to fill with the odor of dirty feet. Thank goodness there are other cheeses.

    And P.S., as dad was spreading the limburger on bread, he smilingly recounted:

    Der alte Konig Herodes spricht
    Die laute Schassen stinken nich
    aber die so leise schleichen, stinken sondergleichen.

    None of us thought that was funny.

    • DanielPeterson

      Seltsam, dass alle Deutsch konnten. Ist die Familie nicht amerikanisch?

  • Louis Midgley

    My wife and I visited this artisan cheese place in Midway and were subjected to a long and full round of tasting. We tried everything over and over. Very good stuff. The place demands a stop.

  • Louis Midgley

    My wife and I signed up for a cheese tasting at this Midway cheese factory. We tasted everything over and over and it was all very good.