During a dinner with guests this weekend the subject of conversation turned to food as it often does during a French meal -goat’s cheese to be precise. We share the same enjoyment of Picodon, a goat’s cheese made primarily in the departments of the Ardèche and the Drôme. Our friends live in the Drôme and we live in the Ardèche. The two departments go way back in rivalry but our talk did not lend itself to an argument over who makes the best cheese - which can also occur in friendly French dinner conversations. Although we have our favorite producers in the Ardèche, Xavier mentioned that they had been to a local producer of fromage de chèvre last week- one I’ve visited and love as well. He reminded me that now, spring, is the best time to buy goat’s cheese. The highly fragranced cheese is ripest in the spring for two reasons. Typically goats feed on sparse grass and brush in rocky mountainous regions, a landscape typical to both departments. In spring however, the goats are being nourished by the greenest grass of the year having just come out of the most humid season, winter. Secondly, it’s the season of reproduction and the goat’s milk is especially nutrient rich in the first months after the babies are born.
 With goat’s cheese on my mind, this morning when Raphael asked me to run some wine and soil samples to the wine university of Suze la Rousse for testing I found myself with the perfect excuse to stop at the Fromagerie Gerfand. Frequently the best way to find a good cheese is just by stumbling upon a tiny family run farm on a back road in Provence. The Fromagerie Gerfand is en route to the village of La Garde Adhémar in the Drôme. There are no large signs advertising the tiny boutique. One could easily miss the hand painted sign off the main road announcing vente à la Ferme, a farm shop selling fromage de chèvre, Picodon, and other local products.
I turned right at the next road and was relieved to see a more formal sign marked fromagerie. The narrow, unpaved road only allows one car access in either direction at a time. It is lined by blossoming almond trees and an expanse of vibrant green fields conjuring images of Ireland. As I neared the farm the land became wooded and rocky, typical terrain for goats. With my windows open I drove along to the music of bells and bleating. I smelled the animals before I saw them; a parade of goats leaving the barn and running towards the fields. I pulled in front of the small shop and was greeted by a barking dog, definitely a farm dog with his matted and muddy white hair. Could this be how people perceive my children I wondered, after they’ve spent the day roaming the winery, climbing tree and having mud pie battles as they did last Sunday? The bark was for show apparently, as the friendly dog trotted up to the car, tail wagging as I opened the door. He was rewarded with a scratch behind the ears.
There were probably 20 different kinds of goat’s cheese on display in the boutique. Everything from fresh creamy goat’s cheese, one of my favorites to spread on crunchy bread, to the aged Picodon, hard and crumbly with its green tinge and spicy bite. There were bouchons, named after wine cork for their shape, fromage de chèvre à la figue, with pâte de coings (quince paste), swimming in olive oil and herbes de Provence, covered in pepper corns and wrapped in leaves. Not to forget the Picodon’s all in varying degrees of aging.
Rachel Pommier
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