Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Cheese

Yummmm



(This shot was taken at a market a weeks ago while Coy made purchases for a picnic lunch of bread and cheese.)

It is going to be tough to go back to the land of Velveeta and plastic wrapped slices.

Though I must admit that some of our most incredible moments of cheese bliss have happened in France, we love Swiss cheeses and often take advantage of our proximity to a few cheese shops in our neighborhood.

And don't even get me started about fondue in the winter. How can we replicate walking down the block and asking the kase lady to make us a strong blend and watching her grate up a few types of cheese for us to melt that night?

Here's a not-so-great picture of a really great night sharing a pot of cheesy goodness with Aunt Weezie and Allen in the fall of '08:



Our waistlines may thank us for lowering the cheese intake in our diet but beloved Gruyere, sharp Appenzeller, dear Emmental, and stinky gooey Epoisses- you will be missed.

1 comment:

Shannon said...

well the good news is you don't actually have to eat the velveeta or the plastic wrapped slices...