I don’t know how many of you saw the old British comedy CHEF!. In any case, during one episode, he scours the seedy underbelly of rural England in search of unpasteurized Stilton for a particular recipe.
I go on a similar quest in the fall–looking for unpasteurized apple cider. Something that is incredibly hard to find due to regulations regarding cider. Yes, regulations. For cider. For fuck’s sake.
I used to have a line on this elusive item and scored once a year. As a backup, there was a place in Michigan that used UV instead of pasteurization, so it retained the true, unheated flavor of the cider.
However, the guy that used to make it has passed. And the place in Michigan, which used to have the cider, as well as tacos and homemade donuts, is now a thrice-damned shi-shi wine bar (like Michigan truly needed another wine bar).
It’s possible to find local cider, but it’s pasteurized. While Pasteur did a good thing with his process and saved a lot of people from being sick, as a somewhat fully functional adult, I think I should have the choice as to what I drink and take the chance.
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