✍️ A Cathedral of Cheese

My pilgrimage to the soul of Parmigiano-Reggiano

Parmesan was the first cheese I ever craved.

I know now that what I ate in my youth was dusty and industrial: a distant cousin of the real thing. It was pre-grated and sold in a bright green shaker. But I couldn’t get enough of it. As a kid, I’d pour it onto the palm of my hand and then lick it off. I was teased for shaking it onto almost anything savor…