The Great Goat Cheese Giveaway!

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My love for cheese, namely French cheese has remained no mystery here.  In fact, I recently made and chronicled two pilgrimages to France, specifically to explore and taste French cheese.  I spent the majority of that time in a state of transcendent bliss, savoring many examples of uniquely shaped French goat cheese.

Fortunately for you, there is a wide range of goat cheese – both domestic and international available in the U.S.  From fresh chèvre, to runny and pungent triple crème styles, to firm aged goat examples.

To learn more about goat cheese as well as great pairings, head over to the Culture Magazine site.  Today you’ll find my post with two recipes: one for Stone Fruit Chutney which pairs beautifully with Le Chevrot and another for Pasta with Chèvre d’Argental and Slow Roasted Early Girls.


I am giving away 5 French goat cheeses so you can test, taste, and create your own recipes. You will also receive a package of tried and true recipes for inspiration, trivia cards so you can learn a little bit of history on French goat cheeses, and temporary tattoos to wear your love for Original Chèvre.

TO ENTER: Write a Haiku about your love for French goat cheese. A Haiku is 3 short lines (1st line 5 syllables, 2nd line 7 syllables, 3rd line 5 syllables). Post your Haiku in the ‘Comments’ section of this post. You MUST leave your email address in the field where it is requested, it will not be visible to the public, only to me. Do not leave your email address in the body of your comment. You can also enter to win on the CWC Facebook page – there, simply leave your Haiku, no email address, and I’ll make contact if you’re the winner. The winner will be selected on October 1.

Disclaimer: My thanks to Culture Cheese magazine and Goat Cheeses of France for sending me goat cheese samples and providing me the opportunity to participate in this promotion, I was not compensated monetarily for this or any other post on the blog. 

Southern Hosptality in Central Berkeley


I devoured some mighty fine ribs and brisket today at Smoke Berkeley. My tongue is still tingling from the full-flavored barbecue sauce, slathered atop perfectly smoked pork. Oh and the sides. We ordered two: slow-cooked baked beans and creamy, spicy mac n’ cheese. Each worthy of an encore.

There has been much well-deserved buzz about this new, unassuming BBQ joint located at 2434 San Pablo Avenue Berkeley. Had it not been for my dad’s urging to join him on a new rib joint expedition, I likely wouldn’t have ventured over to Smoke. I’m so pleased I did.

What I was most taken with was the authentic Southern hospitality we encountered just as soon as the doors opened at noon. It was down right refreshing. Sean, our way-hip and amiable host (also the son of the restaurant’s owner Tina Ferguson-Riffe), welcomed us with his warm smile, a slight Texas drawl, and genuine graciousness. He proudly displayed an heirloom photo of his ancestors from Texas, pointing to his great-great, as well his great-grandfather. It felt like being welcomed into someone’s living room…a very smoky living room. Thank you kindly for the pie and the Southern hospitality, Sean. We will return.

 Sean, our gracious pie pusher, sitting beside a photo of his ancestors from Texas.

Sean, our gracious pie pusher, sitting along side a photo of his ancestors from Texas.

My dad Manny, with a perfect portion of ribs and some sweet tea.

My dad Manny, taken with his perfect portion of ribs and some sweet tea.

Udder Fun: 10 Excuses to Visit a Goat 

IMG_5371(1)Before spring begins its do-si-do with summer, I wanted to herd my family up to a goat farm to witness baby goat (kid) goodness and participate in a farm tour. I singled out Redwood Hill Farm in Sebastopol – producers of some of my favorite goat cheeses.

What was only supposed to be an hour car ride doubled, as my inner GPS and sheer stubbornness made several wrong turns. Thanks to a ‘book on CD’, a patient husband, and entertaining child theatrics, we arrived in good form.

The unexpected happened. This excursion topped the charts as one of the most memorable and enjoyable family adventures we’ve had to date. I kid you not.

10 Excuses to Visit Redwood Hill Farm

1. No excuses needed, really. Baby goats. Outdoors. Community. Cheese. What’s not to love!? It’s an udderly fun country-mouse excursion for any city-mouse family.

2. Essence of barnyard! We all need a whiff for the soul from time to time.

3. An opportunity to picnic in the shade of an apple tree and delight in a much needed down-shift with family, not to mention an opportunity to sample one of the many delectable Redwood Hill Farm cheeses. We inhaled the California Crottin, enjoyed with just picked cherries from a local farm stand.

4. Spring on display in all its gorgeous glory: blossoming apple orchards, a kaleidoscope of colorful wildflowers, and new birth in countless forms.

5. A chance to let your ‘kids’ milk a goat with their own city-bred hands.

6. A live bluegrass performance in an apple orchard.

7. Design your own wildflower ensconced fairy wand at the craft table.

8. Watch a goat milking demonstration; an opportune time to ask questions about farm life from one of the founding farm family members.

9. Grin from ear-to-ear while surrounded by baby goats. Kids are extremely personable, energetic, entertaining, and they come in an assortment of unique personalities. Diva. Picky eater. Snuggle-bug. Social butterfly…

10. Hug a goat. Brush a goat. Have your hair nibbled on by a goat. Just don’t attempt to leave the property with a goat. They catch you (ahem).

Herd on over to Redwood Hill or a local visitor-friendly farm for a tour. You’re bound to have a goat time! Kidding! So cheesy!

Tour details.

10 Fun Facts About Goat Kids from Redwood Hill Farm.

Inhaling India

Ordinarily, I don’t shy away easily from ethnic home cooking, but there is something about a long list of Indian spices, the need for a special spice grinder, exotic ingredient procurement and preparation – inevitably involving a trip to Vik’s Market in Berkeley – that stops me in my tracks when pondering a home-cooked Indian feast.

Enter Simran and Stacey of A Little Yumminess fame – both friends, fellow bloggers, passionate home chefs, and kindred spirits.

On Sunday afternoon, I participated in their Flavors of India class at one of my favorite destinations in San Francisco for breaking bread with community, 18 Reasons. My hope was that these gals would demystify Indian home cooking for me. They took on no small task in teaching this class. The lengthy list of recipes included: Channa Dhal, Homemade Madras Curry Powder, Shrimp “Curry in a Hurry,” Indian-Spiced Creamed Spinach, Spiced-Roasted Cauliflower, Turkey Chappali Kebabs, Carrot Raita, Coriander Chutney, Parantha, and Chai Masala.

In close quarters with fellow enthusiasts from all walks of life, we were walked through each recipe with patience, passion, and humor. Simran described each spice that we would soon be cooking with, then passed fragrant jars around for inspection. I stood there inhaling India.

The class soon divided into smaller groups and in the adjacent kitchen, we began to cook. With Stacey and Simran at our side, assisting and tasting with their trained palates, we swiftly and successfully prepared a lavish Indian feast. Before long the veil of mystery had been lifted.

I can envision recreating many of these dishes at home with Caleb and Sadie, the most memorable included the Carrot Raita, Turkey Chappali (in place of lamb for availability) simmered in a spicy cream sauce, and the Shrimp “Curry in a Hurry.” Truth to tell, every recipe was outstanding and tasted better than most dishes I’ve ordered at Indian restaurants. Demystification accomplished.

Part I: What Happens in Paris…


…gets blogged about the moment I return!

Just home from three days in Dublin, followed by a week in Paris with my family, I am basking in the glow of every moment spent exploring together. We’ll call it ‘the taste of two cities’ or ‘the Soltero walking and eating (and eating and eating) tour’.

The Food in Paris

Both Caleb and Sadie were amazing, hiking for miles around the city, day after day with little to no kvetching. The trick? Promises of flaky croissants and warm chocolate chaud….and some French cheese for good measure.

When we were on to a good lead, the food in Paris was phenomenal: from a buttery croissant just out of the oven, to an ice cream cone enjoyed on Île Saint-Louis, to onion soup – gooey melted cheese atop a slice of bread soaking up the soup beneath, slow cooked lamb stew, buttery, flaky mille-feuille, poached egg spilling over a batch of white asparagus, escargot with parsley pesto, perfectly ripened unpasteurized goat cheese shmeared on a baguette de tradition…I could go on and on.

Experiencing Paris through Caleb and Sadie’s eyes (and taste-buds) was a rare treat and I was impressed by their utter sense of adventure, especially when experiencing new cuisine. Paris is certainly the city to fall or be in love…and in love I was with my amazing family.

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A Cheese Making Class for Kids? Moooo!


One point has been established repeatedly on this blog…I love cheese…I’m a cheese luva…I frequently obsess about the next piece of cheese to savor. If I’m going to be considered any kind of enabler in this lifetime, I’m down with ‘cheese pusher’ and my children are easy prey as they love almost any variety of cheese I put in their path. I don’t think you need any further convincing.

Last weekend, I brought Caleb and Sadie into the City for a workshop called Cheesemaking for Kids at 18 Reasons in the Mission District. I have participated in many cheese making classes, but this is the first one I had seen that was geared toward children. I wasted no time and registered both kiddos and I volunteered to photograph the class, simply to get a contact high off the experience.

DSC_0339Louella Hill, known as the Milk Maid and owner of her eponymous business, teaches adults and children how to make a variety of cheese, including fresh chevre, burrata, mozzarella, ricotta to name a few. The class, which was made up of a very diverse group of pint-sized city dwellers, started out with a rather sophisticated cheese tasting. Caleb especially did not shy away from even the most pungent of offerings. I kvelled a little. Before long, Louella was instructing the students on how to make crème fraiche, basic cheese, and mozzarella.

All of the children, including several parents who hung around, asked great questions and were genuinely excited to learn about the science of cheese making. Louella, a skilled instructor, did a fabulous job packing a ton of great lessons in a short period of time adding an equal dose of levity and fun for good measure. Caleb and Sadie came away with a few samples of cheese they had actually made in class and they were proud of their accomplishments. I am just thrilled that they both seem equally primed to follow in my cheese-addicted footsteps. There are worse fates to wish upon your children.


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Images of Autumn

imageA happy accident landed me in Calistoga for the weekend. A Saturday morning stroll led me to the Calistoga Farmers Market. Markers of my most beloved season abound.

Nuns hawking baked goods, rustic bread, artisanal sausage, gorgeous seasonal produce. Locals greeting one another with warm embraces and the latest news. Just-made exotic food scents wafting down the aisles. A live bluegrass  soundtrack. This is something special. This is autumn…
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Dear French Laundry


In the spirit of Throwback Thursday, one of my favorite posts…

Originally posted on Cooking with Caleb (and Sadie!):

It began with a good-natured letter to the French Laundry restaurant in Yountville.

Mateo and I had just celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary and we made every attempt to honor our special occasion by dining at the French Laundry. Despite following the reservation protocol of booking two months in advance (only to get on the waitlist for several days), calling almost daily, even showing up on the day of with my hand-written sign hoping that we would come off the wait-list, we were unsuccessful in getting in.

We still had a fabulous and memorable anniversary celebration in the wine country. Once home, I sent a letter to the restaurant with a clip from my last blog-posting. Some expected that I would receive a call back from the renowned ‘temple of all things delicious’, but I wasn’t sure. Several days after putting my letter in the mail, however, I received…

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