Delia pulls some fresh mozzarella.
M
en and women in
white overcoats
busy themselves
around a series of
machines in a large
white and spotless room. The is an
almost undetectable smell of dairy
permeating the atmosphere; you
have to wrinkle your nose to catch a
whiff of it. We could be in a science
lab, a soft whirring in the background
underlines how this is one of those
places where humans and machines
work in perfect harmony. In a corner,
a large contraption is pulling and
kneading at what looks like a pure
white dough. In the centre of the
room, large milky vats of water are
being stirred and tended to.
Situated amidst the rolling tea
plantations of Tigoni, Browns Farm
feels incredibly small. Actually it
isn’t small at all, but when you stop
and consider the sheer volume of
cheese that the farm produces, you
can’t help but marvel at how petite
it appears. What from the outside
looks like a compact farmhouse,
upon closer inspection reveals itself
as an impressive operation which
Ingredients all set to make some piz 鄸()