An aptly-named aged-goat cheese so playful and salty that it brings to mind the Great God Pan cavorting around a field with his pipes, surrounded by half-naked nymphs. I've only seen this once at the Rainbow (the cheese, not Pan—I doubt Pan would grace the vegetarian aisles of the Rainbow, unless it were to wreak some merry mischief with his pipes) and more often at the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market. Like Pan, capricious can go either way—it can be full of whimsy and charm, or it can cross the line from mischief to malice without warning.
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Ah but, Lynne! They have Capricious at Rainbow now! The nymphs who run the cheese counter were sampling it, secretly, this weekend. I knew that they were up to something — they all had mischievous smiles and furtive, darting eyes — so, I asked what was going on. One of them handed me a little nug, with the understanding that I would not be all telling everyone and shit. But perhaps my nug was too small to fully grasp the potency that you speak of. Perhaps I will have to go back tonight, and get some. More soon, maybe.
doug, a nug of capricious is not enough to fully appreciate it. a nug of the capricious is like trying to catch a whiff of the barnyard when you're five miles away. you need to get in there and get close—hunker down with a chunk, not a nug.
the capricious cheesemaker was at the farmer's market again yesterday, with samples and pictures of his goat herd. the farm is up near Eureka, on the coast. they age it in a cave by the ocean and i think the salt air is clearly what makes it so salty. it's a whiff of the brine-yard.