All things cheese in France


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Monday, 6 June 2016

The Journal Marianne Defends Raw Milk Cheeses!

The French journal Marianne recently released a special series edition entitled: Les derniers vrais fromages de France (The last real cheeses of France) written by the editor in chief, Périco Légasse. You can find it here in France on the newstands now.  A little gem of a publication which lists 45 fabulous country cheeses that are still made artisanally, it is chock full of other interesting articles on the subject of protecting the "terroir" of farmhouse cheeses.

But it was the editorial that rang true for me, so I did a loose translation of it for you all.

Stop the Anti-raw milk lies !   There is no real cheese other than farmhouse
Until the installation of the technologies permitting them to be produced mechanically, at the beginning of the 20th century, there was no cheese other than farmhouse cheese, made on a farm, with milk taken from cows, goats or sheep from the farm, fed in the fields of the farm. The herds progressed from the valley pastures, wooded countryside or plateaux, climbing to the beautiful grasses in mountain or summer pastures for the spring and summer seasons and, once winter came, resting in the barn eating the hay from the prairie.  This peasant agriculture worked without sanitary constraints, the raw milk which had at its disposal natural antibodies to eliminate intruding bacteria, was contrary to pasteurised milk, which is extremely fragile if it is re-exposed to pathogenic bacteria.  And if there was an accident, since zero risk is inexistent, it provoked infinitely less damage than the toxins of contemporary junk food.
Biodiversity was at its height reflecting the nuances of “terroir”.  For example, in the little canton of Bricquebec, north of Cotentin in the department of Manche, there were no less than 20 producers of camembert in 2010.  Originally from Cherbourg, my grandmother, born in 1899, remembered that one served 14 different camembert at the Sunday table in Quenillé, all of which being tasted, grandfather Vauvert could name each producer: such and such came from the farm La Chavinière, at Sottevast, and this one from the farm Pierrepont, at Quettehou.  Normandy claimed a good two thousand farm atelier in the five departments and more than a hundred mechanical fabricators.  Now only two farmhouse producers and eight of the last industrial producers using raw milk exist in 2016.
Here we must reveal a reality: the fact that as a result of the global sterilization in the prevailing environment and the level of normalized hygiene imposed at agricultural cooperatives in the last decade, raw milk is no longer as raw as it was in the past.  The indigent microbial flora present in today’s natural environment is considerably inferior to what it was. The environment has change and nature with it.  We now need to re-inseminate the milk to reinforce its capacity to ferment, all while running the risk of pathogenic contamination.  This confirms that the most authentic cheese representing “terroir” are not what they were yesterday. A terrible confession!
This does take anything away from the quality of our farmhouse production, of which here at Marianne, we defend its permanence.  The preservation of our cheese traditions become in effect a major issue faced with the more and more drastic norms that the professionals of raw milk unfairly have to put up with and the eagerness shown by some governments to catch them out, reminiscent of some ideological bias. Food security is not negotiable, except while it serves as a pretext to eradicate the competition to consolidate those parts of the market for the industrial lobby. Farmhouse cheeses are not the only ones to be squeezed; the small and medium sized milk producers attached to raw milk are also victims of this zeal, this harassment, by certain agencies of the state.  The examples multiply.
Listeria is often a good excuse to obtain the closing of a production unit or destruction of a contaminated lot of cheese, while a new offensive is prepared by Brussels to try and establish the dangerousness of raw milk at a European scale.  In 2015, a million tons of cheese was sacrificed under this sacrosanct hygieno-political dogma. Under the force of such pressures (and disguised repression), entire groups will finish by ending their production and the camp of “all things pasteurised” will win.  All this rendering food banal in an aseptic and submissive world.
It is evident that, beyond the debate about durable agriculture, biodiversity disturbs the free-market system and that the financial equation of the industry-publicity-big distribution triad badly serves living products.  Why?  Simply because raw milk is more complex to treat on a large scale and that its passage through the industrial process requires onerous levels of control.  Full of its active natural flora, cheese made with raw milk evolves more rapidly than pasteurised milk cheeses where the capacity to conserve them is much longer; therefore, more cost effective.  Thermalization at 63°C or pasteurization at 72°C of milk limits constraints and augments the profit margins, the ideal for satisfying financial gains of consumerism. Especially for the shelves of the big distribution groups.
In 2007, the Groupe Lactalis and the Cooperative Isigny Sainte-Mère insisted that the rules for Camembert de Normandie abandon its AOC obligation to use raw milk so they could benefit from AOC labelling.  The demand was rejected. However, for these merchants of plaster with their glorified labels, created from publicity campaign, the proponents of organoleptic and sensory authenticity from fermented pastes, i.e., farmhouse cheeses were supported by INAO for the moment, ensuring that we have our cake and can eat it too.…But will they always have the legal means to support this combat of David against Goliath?  Their determination, and the vigilance of the aware consumer, holds the key to safeguarding the heritage of French cheese with respect to its origins.  Hands off my cheese…farmhouse cheese that is!

Monday, 13 July 2015

Why the EU is crippling French artisanal cheesemakers

Image result for no to EUWhen the doyen of all things cheese in America Max McCalman posts an article on his FaceBook page from Newsweek regarding the very sad state of affairs in the  French artisanal cheese world, you need to take notice.  The article entitled French Cheesemakers Crippled by EU Health Measures by and




Veronique RICHEZ-LEROUGE, has waged this battle here in France for quite some time now. So she is now joined by Max McCalman on the American front to say - save our cheese! If it can happen in the EU it also happening in the US! 

We, as supporters of artisanal producer, the diversity of our regional countryside and our terroir must not let this situation deteriorate further. A way of life is at stake as well as our own health. This is an example of capitalism when it is at it's worst and this course needs to be changed! Please do your part. Stand up and fight! 

Aux armes chers citoyens et citoyennes! Viva la revolution!

Sunday, 19 February 2012

AOP Cheeses In Danger

On the eve of the Salon d'Agriculture in Paris, tensions are on the rise in the Basque Country between between artisan producers of AOC Ossau Iraty, who want to guard their image of terroir, and the major industrial brands, which they say are trivializing their product. The nightly news channel TF1 on 19 February 2012 outlined the difficult situation currently unfolding over liberties being taken by industrial producers in the production of this famous Basque sheep milk cheese, which is protected by an Appellation d'Origine Contrôlée. (emission en français)


Tuesday, 22 February 2011

le Salon de l'Agriculture Paris 2011

I have issues with crowds. Too much humanity in any one place at any one time and in five seconds flat, I go crazy! So I know better! And yet, just like the proverbial salmon who somehow swims up stream, I find myself every year smack in the middle of what is undoubtedly, the mother of all crowds – the one at the Salon de l’Agriculture, staged in Paris every year in February. 

I must be mad! For one thing, the Salon starts during the second week of spring break when all good mamans parisiennes ou banlieusardes (ou papas for that matter) are desperate to entertain their children. So for less than a 10er for each of their little darlings, they can not only keep les petits and not so petits out of trouble for an entire day but educate them about their genetic connection to la  belle France at the same time! Second, this is France and according to Anthelme Brillat-Savarin - “The destiny of nations depends on the way they eat” - so food, specifically the newly crowned UNESCO World Heritage French Food and the agriculture that supports it, is an integral part of the identity and culture of les Frenchies. Third, NO French person worth his or her Paraboots, especially city dwellers, would be caught dead without a recent anecdote about how he or she regularly connects with la France profounde, hence in the midst of grey depressing winter, we (I included) dutifully flock in the 100’s of thousands to the penultimate expression of all things French / Food – the expo designed to show off our farms, the farmers, their animals, products and way of life.  

The Paris Exposition at Porte de Versailles is an immense site. 226,000 square meters (that’s 2,433,000 square feet!) of floor space; 8 pavilions; 1,000 exhibitors and 650,000 people cram into and outside of it. No matter what hour or what day of the nine this Salon runs, there are seemingly a gazillion children of all ages climbing all over each other trying to get in touch with the land. You cannot image it unless you have been there. Pure mayhem, it is OTT; hors contrôle! And for some reason, I am always there when staunch farm supporter and past president, Jacques Chirac (and the 100 or so news crew engulfing him) makes his way through the main hall, petting the animals, chatting knowingly with the farmers and munching the winning regional delicacies, with his hands no less! The people love him because, unlike the incumbent, being from Corrèze, Chirac definitely knows his cows from his cheeses!  

All that being said, I love it. Imagine, bulls the size of small cars; pigs the size of a pony with even more fur; doe-eyed merino and cashmere goats right there in touching distance! Behold everywhere cute baby everythings, except of course, those in strollers being pushed by their parents through la foule (mob to you) either into you or over your feet. For us city dwellers enamoured with country life, it is a bonanza, a must see and do, even if you are crowd challenged! So to brave this crowd from hell there have to be rewards! Products rarely seen off the farm like cheeses, an example would be that brought by a single producer, the Coup de Corne, made at the Ferme de Cabriole in Saint-Félix de Lauragais (east if Toulouse). It is a raw cow’s milk cheese made of milk from the beautiful Brune race of cows which produce milk super high in matiere gras that makes the cheese silky and unctuous like a triple cream but isn’t! It is also rumoured to be used in my personal favourite - Epoisse! Or imagine a 24 month Ossau Iraty rarely seen outside of la Pays Basque, nutty, crunchy and expensive but worth every centimes. And a plethora of foie gras, saucissons and charcuteries, or weird fruits like the tiny but oh so delicious pineapples from Martinique, all of which you can buy and gorge on later in the comfort of your own apartment. 

The Salon offers lots of other things to do too than seeking a centimetre of fresh air. The most interesting for me, besides the animals and rare products of course, is the the Meilleurs Ouvriers de France Fromager competiton (MOF). Only the best of the best and the hardiest of French cheesemongers, who compete over several months, win this prestigious title, which sets them apart and if not famous, then part of a very rare fraternity. Here they produce their piece de resistance of cut and presented cheeses. The chosen finalists go on to the last test in March, a blind tasting, where they have to identify a series of 30 or so cheeses – and believe me these contestants are impressive, as this test is like the one the sommelier go through for the World's Best Sommelier Competition. 

So after a day of fabulous farmers, mind blowing animals, goodies galore and crushing crowds, I head home with my clutch of brochures and food souvenirs to soak my feet and start to forget about how many times I had to control myself from hyperventilating and the desire to rampage through the hordes, to seek calm until next year… 

Thursday, 27 January 2011

Gardeners or slaves of France - The life of French milk farmers today

The reporter extraordinaire Harry Roselmack from TF1 (French TV), provided a look into the dire status of the independant French milk farmers with his show on January 25th - Harry Roselmack avec les résistants du monde paysan (Harry Roselmack with the Peasant Resistance). He spent several weeks with a group of diary farmers from the region of Ille-et-Vilaine in Brittany to better understand their life, the hardships they face and the little publicized fact that suicide amongst them are soaring, with more than 400 dead per year and many giving up their ancestral farms because they can not continue to pay to work on them.

The gist of the program was the paradox that while these farmers, once respected as 'les jardiniers (gardeners) de la France' providing food for the country,  they frequently can barely provide for their families.  They now believe they have become nothing more than 'les esclaves (slaves) de la France'. These people work 12 - 18 hour days, 7 days a week with rarely any time off and no benefits.  Prices for their production fell more than 30% in one year, all while operating expenses tripled. To wake up every day knowing you will once again be in the red, can not be easy, and yet being a farmer is not a job, it is a way of life, so difficult to give up.

This life is a far cry from the cushy one, as one of these farmers called it, enjoyed by those workers who populate the ranks of France's syndicats (unions). To hear one farmer say he would be 'thrilled if he could at least earned the SMIC (minimum wage)' was pretty heartbreaking.  It was worst to know that a huge percentage of them are and have not been profitable for years and borrow money just to keep their animals feed.  And with the price of milk not keeping pace with the cost of operation, large numbers of these farmers are being forced to give up their farms, many having been past down for generations; the statistics were pretty grim. In 2000, there were 120,000 milk farmers in France, today there are only 85,000.

This year, the drought has created yet more difficulties for them and even with the recent augmentation in the cost per litre, they will continue to live well below the poverty line. To be sure, it is a complicated situation, one that is similar, I am sure in other industrialized countries. The milk producers are at the bottom of the pile, with the cooperatives or processors and then the distributors above them. But the large cooperatives, who produce the milk products made five times what the average farmer made last year, so it begs the question of fairness.

The frustration of these proud people was palpable. A group of them have decided to revolt against this system of pricing that does not take into account the reality of their work production.  Four of them went on a hunger strike late last year with the hope of calling attention to their plight.  Try and find a link to have news of their status...good luck. The press largely ignores them, until of course they decide to dump their milk in the streets in front of a ministry. No wonder they feel no one is either listening nor cares, least of all the consumer or politicans.

An equitable resolution of what is fair for the producer all the way up to the consumer is the question. But as one farmer said, those who govern need to understand that the old adage of 'Le paysan ne cri pas quand il y en mal, il meurt en silence parce qu’il a la dignité (the peasant doesn't cry out when they hurt, they die in silence because they have dignity) was no longer going to be the case. The slaves of France were going to rise up and demand their respected place in the country and be paid fairly for their labours.  On verra...

Note Bene:  The look on Harry's beautiful face while two farmers at 1 in the morning were trying to pull a new calf out of the womb of it's mother, with great difficulty, was priceless.