Thoughts from a Cheese Contrarian
Since this nation appears to be lurching violently to the side of Christian rhetoric and reflexive dogma, I think I may need to “get with the program.”
Hence, I have compiled my thoughts about wine as they relate to cheese (this month’s core topic at Poetry of Food), issuing a Wine Commandment, which the flock may follow:
Thou shalt not serve cheese before dinner and when thou doesteth, thou shalt not serve heavily oaked wines.
The whole idea of an “appetizer,” or what the French call an “entrée” at dinner, is that this course is meant to give you an appetite, help build your hunger for what is to follow. Eating a huge quantity of rich cheese as an appetizer does NOT set one up for the next course; if anything, it depresses one’s appetite and unnecessarily fills you up.
So if you call me over for dinner, please serve a selection of cheeses AFTER the main dinner course.
And when serving cheese, please do not pour a heavily oaked (usually American or Australian) red, or white, wine, whose tannins fight the dairy notes of cheese. Instead, how about serving under-oaked, or at the very least, properly oaked, wines with cheese?
As for the type of wine to serve: I eschew the old rule, which suggests you pull out a well-aged Bordeaux or Burgundy to accompany cheese; my favorite red to serve with cheese is probably Port, which is especially wonderful when paired with Stilton, Roquefort, or any of the ‘green’ cheeses.
In terms of white wines, which are my preference with cheese, I do like a sweet “sticky,” or Sauternes. But a low-alcohol white refreshes the palate of heavier cheese flavors, which may linger. As such, I often serve a chilled Sancerre, or offer guests a glass of Champagne with the cheese course. And after a particularly grandiose dinner, I often serve a low-alcohol (under 9%), slightly effervescent, white Moscato d’Asti, from Italy, which usually tastes of pears, and apples.
In other words, let the cheese do the talking.
And speaking of talking, the only words from your lips should be the Wine Commandment above, which you must keep muttering to yourself, treating it like a mantra.


