There is a certain amount of innocence lost as those of us who grew up in a rural community have come to accept the processed cheese that greets our old age. Ms Percival shows us how we got there and how a new generation may save what is left or reinvent the traditional process that gave us the flavorful (in all the senses) cheeses of the past.
If you like cheese, or science, or history or dinosaur movies, this book is a necessary read. Ms Percival is able to pull all of these elements into a pleasing and readable presentation. It has the feeling of a search for the Grail, or at least what happened to it after it was sanitized. Her search is Doylesque, not Conan but Brian as the reader wanders from continent to continent, rural to city, barn to laboratory in search of what we gained and what we lost.
As a spoiler, I have to admit to a passing acquaintance with Ms Percival, having conducted her by Max train in Portland to her hotel at the request of Hilary, a mutual friend. Seriously, this book offers the reader a reason and a possibility to influence what is grown, manufactured and eaten.
I await her writing about her experiences with the Peace Corps in Africa.