An Icy Clash Between An Enigmatic Sorcerer And A Time-Honoured Mennonite Creation

A Story of Sorcery, History, and Flavourful Battles

Morbier and Le Sorcier de Missisquoi — The reverse Oreo’s of the cheese world. Image courtesy of the author.

The sun was frozen below the horizon, and the temperature must have been -25°C (-13°F). Snow squalls intensified. The wind howled like a chorus of ghosts, slashing through the barren trees and clawing at my windshield. There must have been a sorcerer in our midst, and there would be a battle today.

Two figures faced each other. Each was confident despite being on the brink of a legendary confrontation. The figure on the right was the Sorcerer. On the left was something more prominent and muscular but otherwise similar. Theirs would be a battle steeped in legend. This epic saga would end in bloodshed. It felt like the very forces of creation would battle it out in the winter storm.

Okay, now that my brain is thawing, let me rephrase this. It was cold and snowy, still before sunrise, as I returned from the Farmer’s Market with two similar yet distinct cheeses. But there would be a battle!

This would be a contest of tastes, texture and tradition. It would be a battle of two striped cheeses. Cheeses that looked similar but shared no tradition. The venerable Morbier, a French cheese steeped in history, is in the left corner or on the left side of the…