Ever since a rather large block of cheddar cheese mysteriously appeared in our refrigerator a few days ago, I have been indulging myself with servings upon servings of the soft, chewy delight. There's just something about a good slice of melted cheddar that makes any sandwich taste like magical unicorn steak. One bite, and the tears that stream down your face will contain so much joy they'll glisten gold in the sunlight.
On a more serious note, I have taken to enjoying cheese lately. The fact that it goes well with wine has had me up many a night relaxing to the soothing sounds of a fireplace and classy Jazz music, both softly piped in through Airplay (when you don't have an actual fireplace at home and you live in a country that's too hot for one, the sound will have to do).
That said, I'm thinking of expanding my firsthand knowledge on the subject and purchasing a variety of cheeses, in perfect timing for the holidays as well. The decision that remains is whether I shall do it by country, or by starting with the cheeses I know to be good. Either way, this should make for a very, very filling Christmas. Cheers, all!
It didn't mysteriously appear, it came from Canada. Please don't eat it all. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteOhh so it's yours. I thought it was a gift to Papa or something. Thank Paula for me! Yum.
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