Posted: 29 Jan 2014 by David Lebovitz
Sometimes when I’m asked about what
I miss from “home” (ie: the US). I might answer dried pluots,
crunchy organic peanut butter, aluminum foil that you can’t read the newspaper
through, and an unending supply of Sharpies. (Although thanks to a slew of
well-meaning friends and other folks passing through, I now have an unending
supply of them here in France.) But I no longer sherpa over cheesecloth, because
I’ve found something better: Étamine. 
Way back when, I brought over a few
packages of cheesecloth for such culinary projects as soaking fruitcakes in liquor
(with mixed success),
at times…and draining cream or yogurt for homemade cheeses, marmalade-making,
and labneh.
Then I discovered the gauzy, wispy fabric known as étamine and I haven’t gone
back to cheesecloth. Nor have I asked anyone to sherpa some over for me. (And I
can finagle them into bringing other things, such as dried pluots.)
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