Do you favor Coyote or Roadrunner? Oh, who am I kidding? Roadrunner’s a smug little thing and Coyote’s a brilliantly tragicomic portrait of the human condition. So for all of us who howl while Wile E’s hoofing air half a mile above the canyon floor, for those of you who root for the underdog, try some Capuccetto Rosso, an exquise but ugly soft raw Italian cheese wrapped in bark and named after Little Red Riding Hood.
Red Riding Hood, I kid you not. I told my mother that today I wouldn’t lie, so you should be forewarned that if you ask me something, I will tell you the unvarnished truth.
Once, years ago, I imagined International Truth Day, twentyfour hours in which everyone told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. It would, of course, be followed by International Damage Control Year, during which relationships would be repaired, babies would be born, senators would be recalled, wars would be fought, and many companies would go out of business. Truth is an amazing thing.
But as usual, I digress.
Capuccetto Rosso’s a delectable Italian cousin of Vacherin Mont d’Or, Forsterkase, and Winnemere, those legendary cheeses that we workers, in a fit of collective giddiness, described as “like taking a walk in the Bacon Forest during autumn.” We haven’t figured out a suitable description that will equally enchant vegetarians, but we promise that it’s very very good. It’s in a little wheel of about nine ounces, wrapped bark and encroached upon by an unsightly but harmless mold on the rind. We’ll cut smaller pieces so you don’t have to commit to the whole wheel, and you could definitely ask for a taste.