Seems like a good internet product that triggers with your will. Import rules could be a hassle, but if I were a vineyard or distillery, it might be interesting to leave a case, a cask, or a wheel to heirs. The option to sell it might be attractive as well.
My goggle fu, though used only briefly, comes up with no quick link for the paper, “Death, the Priest, the Woman and the Cow: Chronicle of Research in the Village”.
Thank you so much! Very cool, and as fascinating an accompaniment to this article as expected. Chrome does a decent job translating this over to English.
I appreciate you trying to help locate the paper, but posting a completely random and unrelated link as a response to the thread should have been skipped.
After such a long time it's probably not comparable to one at a more normal ripening stage. The region is mostly known for Raclette, but for these cheeses the milk is apparently heated higher for a firmer result: https://www.24heures.ch/grimentz-des-meules-de-fromage-de-14...
But back then their loss was more localized. the Ancient Egypt state came with a much-changed cultural base, but outside of the reach of that empire lots and lots of people kept their ice age customs. Nowadays much of the world is so uniform that cultural loss is often absolute and final. There are no more barbarians on the fringes of the Swiss state.
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Seems like a good internet product that triggers with your will. Import rules could be a hassle, but if I were a vineyard or distillery, it might be interesting to leave a case, a cask, or a wheel to heirs. The option to sell it might be attractive as well.
My goggle fu, though used only briefly, comes up with no quick link for the paper, “Death, the Priest, the Woman and the Cow: Chronicle of Research in the Village”.
Anyone else have better luck?
https://books.openedition.org/iheid/3183
Thank you so much! Very cool, and as fascinating an accompaniment to this article as expected. Chrome does a decent job translating this over to English.
Best I've found is "The Widow and the Priest" (Robert Leighton, 1869)
https://search.proquest.com/openview/963e53921cc804de/1?pq-o...
Scans:
https://dvpp.uvic.ca/poems/goodwords/1869/pom_1994_the_widow...
And not remotely connected to the article, the source paper in question, its author, the subject, or even the same century.
I tried, I failed, but I do not regret trying.
I appreciate you trying to help locate the paper, but posting a completely random and unrelated link as a response to the thread should have been skipped.
No mention about what these cheeses taste like, it’s very frustrating Is it a kind of Gruyère ? An Emmental ? Something else ?
After such a long time it's probably not comparable to one at a more normal ripening stage. The region is mostly known for Raclette, but for these cheeses the milk is apparently heated higher for a firmer result: https://www.24heures.ch/grimentz-des-meules-de-fromage-de-14...
These types of things always give me a sad, disconnected feeling. What have we lost over the years in local culture? What traditions are forever gone?
I saw a comment in another thread about people who write software for work "at 1AM, in their underwear." It called them heroes.
I'm sure some ancient egyptian has said the exact same phrase 8000 years ago
But back then their loss was more localized. the Ancient Egypt state came with a much-changed cultural base, but outside of the reach of that empire lots and lots of people kept their ice age customs. Nowadays much of the world is so uniform that cultural loss is often absolute and final. There are no more barbarians on the fringes of the Swiss state.
> These types of things always give me a sad, disconnected feeling... What traditions are forever gone?
You're in luck, I've got an altar to sell you! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_sacrifice
Funny you should mention that - try telling people you're a Pagan and you get a similar reaction.
Wow, that this odd-yet-poetic practice wasn’t invented by Terry Pratchett for the Disc World series, but is reality, boggles and delights me.
I was thinking a Stephen King horror story about a serial killer terrorizing his quaint Alpine hometown because he prefers younger, fresher cheese.
Either way, it does indeed seem an odd-yet-poetic practice.