Eating Cheese With a Fork: The Bob Marley-inspired cheddar No Woman is an appropriately mellow experience

Our initial response to encountering a cheese called "No Woman" was "fuck you; yes woman"—until we realized it's made with Jamaican jerk spices, so the name must be a reference to Bob Marley's 'No Woman, No Cry.' At the cheese counter at the Chesapeake Wine Company in Canton, we found ourselves engrossed by the cheese's beautifully marbled ribbons and speckles of jerk spices. We purchased a small block ($20 per pound) and took it outside to enjoy in the relatively warm air.

Marley's song is a fitting soundtrack to this semi-hard, chilled-out cheddar, made by the Seattle-based Beecher's Handmade Cheese. Both are deeply comforting, relaxing, exotic, and go well with beer, maybe even rum or Bob Marley-brand cannabis. Due to its density, we give No Woman a low forkability rating, but it makes a life-changing grilled cheese.

The cheese itself is mild, earthy, and slightly buttery, allowing the complex spices to dominate your palate. The smoky kick of allspice and thyme lingers, slowing the tempo of the taste. The slush on the sidewalk begins to look more like sand, 50 degrees starts to feel like 75, and you can't help but stop and wonder, is this really cheese or is it cheesy chicken? Did Bob Marley really die of melanoma? What's the difference between sweet potatoes and yams? Should I get five dogs? And where is "The Cloud"? And then you come to your senses and realize that you just ate a quarter pound of cheese and you start to feel sick and remember that you forgot to pay your parking meter. But whatever; when amazing cheese like this exists, everything's gonna be alright.

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