A great write-up on developing a passion for cheese!
We went to the annual festival of cheese in Bad Tölz over the weekend. What was supposed to be a relaxing Sunday afternoon activity with friends turned into a mind-boggling assault on my senses. I was all aflutter with choices of what to buy, what to taste (everything), what to drink (wine), and the deepest regret at having seen the ice cream stand before the raclette stand. And my German descended into an almost never-ending spiral of cheese-shopping madness. This was halted by two coinciding events: the festival shutting up shop and his having shopped both our wallets empty. Now back in Fulda, we have been re-celebrating Sunday’s event by having the most spectacular, albeit ridiculously decadent, dinner of cheese and wine. We are now sunk in the depths of our couch; slightly drunk and very content.
My relationship with cheese was not always this…enthusiastic. A childhood in the tropics is…
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