I know, random title for what I will warn you now amounts to a rave about cheese. (I have been listening to “oldies” music the last couple of days. Actually I’ve had “Mack the Knife” stuck in my head for a month).
I love cheese. LOVE it. My favorites are smoked Gouda with its so creamy texture and mild tangy smoke flavor; and a good SHARP cheddar, with enough bite to make you think you sucked a lemon yet enough smoothness to not crumble in your mouth. The surge of happiness I get from a good piece of cheese, with all its nutrient/protein/tasty and semi-salty but creamy goodness, is right up there with a piece of dark chocolate on the reddest of my monthly cycle days.
I LOVE heading to the wine and cheese shop on my way home from work; where they will let you sample all sorts of fun cheeses; some with herbs and things inside; others made with milk other than cows milk. The variety is stunning and the fun is (at least for me) up there with travelling to a distant land and finding a great friend.
Some people may hate cheese with the simmering passion with which I barely resist loathing carrots. I understand. For a while I thought some of my stomach troubles were due to a lactose intolerance. That has since been disproved (YAY!) and the true solution to those troubles found. Which means I can continue to love cheese. From the strangely sour taste of a fresh Camembert to the simple and slightly waxy Colby-Jack; I can continue to munch away on cheese. Thank goodness; because to me a good cheese IS a many splendored thing. Maybe I was a mouse in a past life.
Silly post is done now. You may resume your regularly scheduled life now. Want a piece of cheese?