Last day in Tuscany. This morning, the lady who runs the B&B we’re staying at took us to an authentic cheesemaking haven tucked a top a little hill surrounded by trees with a discreet wooden sign that reads ‘Sale of Cheese’. Pulling up to the small bungalow-style villa we could smell meat cooking in the barbacue and a few token old men sitting around it in the garden surrounded by golden retreivers. Behind those classic curtain barriers a mousy woman with a Tuscan accent tended to a selection of fresh and aged pecorino sheep’s milk cheese of different flavours from plain to truffled, to peperoncino and black pepper. You need to be taken by a local to find authentic places like this. I picked up a four month’s aged truffled percorino and a thick millefiori honey. Can’t wait to bust it out for my next dinner party!