“…Back to The Question. I had just finished breaking down a couple nice-size pieces when she walked in.
She was looking for some cheese for a gathering she was having. Then all at once, it happened. I heard it. The Question consists of these words, which she uttered next:
“How much do I need?
This is the question that can strike fear into the heart of your cheesemonger. It’s just so subjective. At this point — upon facing the question myself — my mind starts to race.
“What if I suggest too much?”