No Wonder The Cheddar Is Divine
Bosses at a school for dairy farmers say a chart-topping monks' chant has turned their cheese into a prize winner. The 'Chant - Music of Paradise' album - which reached the top 10 in Britain - is played over and over again to two-and-a-half tonne cheese as it matures in cellars at the school in Graz-Altgrottenhof, Austria. Since serenading their product with the monks' chants, the school has won a string of prizes for its Grottenhofer Auslese cheese.
FOOTNOTE: Hey, hey, we’re the monk ease.
11 comments:
Too funny. Where do you find this stuff? I once saw a test done on a show called Mythbusters, where they played different types of music to see if it made a difference to plant growth. Believe it or not, the plants "listening" to heavy metal music grew larger than those "listening" to classical music. I would have thought the opposite. Anyway. Funny cheese story. Thanks for sharing.
Oh, and "Hey, hey, we're the Monk-cheese" could have worked too, no? Love your puns...
So the chanting can "age" you? ;)
What other songs did they play?
"I gouda known better," by the Beatles? Maybe "Brick House", by the Commodores.
Or how about "Bleu Bayou", by Linda Ronstadt?
Good heavens, what's next..."Roquefort and roll" to get the cheese groovin??
En-chanting.
Groooooan. Love the puns you use.
A friend of mine gave me a birthday card this year that had me laughing so hard I was in tears. She knew I had recently started going to church again, mind you. It had a squirrel on the front with a plethora of different cheeses. The sentiment? "Have you accepted cheeses into your life?"
:-)
Peace - D
Some folks talk to and play music for their plants to get them to grow. Unborn babes are calmed when their mothers listen to Mozart. I guess cheese bacteria like music, too.
You do come up with some amazing information!
This was funny! I cannot imagine where you get all this news from.You should be on the telly with your quips!
Yup, music sure has a lot to answer for - one of my theories as to why my eldest has grown so big as to eat me out of house and home, is that he is permanently plugged in to that i-pod of his..
Ah David - your puns!
Much laughter and snorts early in the morning - what fun!
Wouldn't it be easier to play it for the cows?
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