I fell in love with Chris of Consider Bardwell Farm. Not with him exactly but with his cheese. I buy it every Friday at my local farmers’ market on 97th near Columbus Ave, in New York. I am addicted to the Manchester, an aged goat milk little tome and the Dorset, a raw Jersey cow’s milk cheese. Just great cheeses!
Yesterday, I finally expressed my “love” to the young man (left) and asked him his name and where the cheese comes from. Chris tells me that the farm was founded in 1864 by a man called Consider Bardwell and it is located in the South West corner of Vermont. Chris also tells me that he only sells at MY farmers market. Everything else is taken by Provisions International.
But of course, what else! I started jumping up and down! The best goes only with the best. Provisions International? I know them very well. “Do you know Chris”, I asked? Yes, of course this Chris knows Chris and Wendy, of course, and Craig and Dondi and all the beautiful people who work for this great company. A year ago, I went to see their offices and operations in White River Junction. I spent two exceptional days with them! I cooked in their kitchen! They came to my home in NY. We went on and on… Chris and I, at that point, were almost family, the conversation was great, but business was suffering. In fact, a small crowd had gathered and they wanted to do their cheese shopping. So, I left. ‘Til next Friday.