I’ve mentioned before that every single wheel of Parmigiano Reggiano comes with a number molded right into the rind. Above the date of production, this tells you where the cheese is from, either a small region or a particular farm, depending on the size. Sometimes I even buy numbers in particular if the parm is notably special, but you can’t go too far with that since the season in which the milk was produced plays a factor too.
However, in 15 years of cheese I never got this number before:
That’s right. 415!* Represent!
It’s already divided the department between those of us who grew up in the Bay Area and can’t stop joking about it, and the transplants who wish we would just shut up.
But we can’t stop talking about ourselves. That’s how we do it in the Sco.
I’m going to have to see if we can get more.
*415 is the area code for SF and Marin now, but it was the area code for the whole Bay Area when I was growing up.
Even if I only eat Dr Cow cheese these days (I know, I know…) I’d hella rock a shirt with an image of this hunk of cheese on it!
Hey Bianca, I can’t believe you didn’t comment on the title of this entry. Don’t pretend like you don’t recognize it.
I wish I was there to eat some 415 Parmigiano Reggiano. Great photos and, as usual, thanks for sharing.
Parm representin’, yo!
Seriously, that’s too cool. Wonder if I can get my hands on some.
btw, *shakes fist* I’ve had that song stuck in my head ever since I first saw the title of your post! I’m gonna have to see if I can dig up that song to listen to it so I can get it out of my head now. lol
Either that or I’ll be walking around the shop tomorrow rappin “don’t gimme no bammer brie… we don’t eat that shit in the SFC…” or SLC more appropriately for me atm I suppose 😉
omg, changing it to SLC is too much. hahaha.
but yeah, it totally sticks in your head.