I guess this is how it happens a lot of the time. You’re at a party and BAM! you see him and it changes your life forever.
At least that is how it happened for me…but, not with my husband, with another man.
I was simply trying to have a nice time at a dinner party and then I saw him sitting there by a half empty glass of Merlot.
So unassuming, yet bold, and he had a knife sticking straight into his middle.
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This is Huntsman. He’s a cheese.
We have spent countless hours together since we met three weeks ago. We are inseparable. I’ve tried to quit him, but all my attempts have been futile.
So now I’ve tried to pace myself, taking two bites, then quickly putting him away–only to get as far as the kitchen door and turn around to take him out again and have two more slices.
He completes me.
Mental P Mama says
I am a cheese you-know-what.
Amy says
mmm yes I can understand that! I have an inseparable relationship with brie and camembert.
well behaved krissy says
Sheesh, you’re so CHEEZY!
Bad Bunny says
Watch out girlfriend. Before you know it you’ll be up to a pound a week. That’s how those Huntsmans hook you…a nibble here and a nibble there. And before you know it your pants are too tight. Be strong…must resist.
lisa mertins says
i’m in love with an aged gouda from holland that i find at frogsbreath in the orange circle. damn that dairy and it’s crystalline voodoo…
MommyTime says
aaaahhhhh… Double Glouchester on its own is heaven. This sounds divine. If you are trying to avoid cheese, do not, on any account, seek out the DG’s excellent friends (no relation) Raclette, Port Salut, or Bucheron. Or, just buy more crusty bread.
Bakerslove says
Huntsman is a gateway cheese. Be careful!
Meg says
In my family, we are relatively low-brow – we really dig the plain old sliced American cheese – BUT it has to be super-thin sliced at the deli, not wrapped in cellophane. (but that’ll do in a pinch.) I bought a whole pound on Thursday and by Sunday night it was GONE. You’d think we were from Wisconsin or something! (We aren’t.)
Annie says
I have a passionate, consuming, but slightly unhealthy adoration for Gruyère de Comté