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“Celebrate good times, uh, come on…da na na na na na na na…YaHoo!” Come on now, sing along…
Got a little something to celebrate, so what do I do? Grab new cheese at Vons: Sartori BellaVitano. And yeah, I got two. Don’t judge me…
Parmesan label, “Ask a pear or walnut which cheese they prefer and they’ll say, ‘One that’s fruity, with hints of lightly roasted caramel, aged to crumbly perfection.’ In other words, our finest Parmesan.” (I’d say, “I want that wacky cheese, you know…the one that talks to pears and walnuts…”)
But wait, there’s more.
Merlot BellaVitano. Had me at, “Won First Place with the American Cheese Society.” But then they go for blood.
“By wedding this rich, creamy cheese to the berry and plum notes of Merlot, we’ve created a marriage of flavors destined to make your taste buds say, ‘I do’.”
I do! I do! A lot…
(ps: Noble Vines 667 Pinot Noir Monterey 2011 totally hits the spot…sahweeeeet!)
…and it makes me sad…
but kindred spirits have stirred the pot, so to speak (thx Staci G!) — so I’m willing to jump the fence, prune the lily, put myself out there (ummm…not sure I’m making sense…I AM under the influence of both aged Gruyere and a Red Leicester – which certain folk think is a bad idea…but then…I only read GAwker for the photos…does that count as “perusing”?)
Wish I had a better excuse than “hey, I’ve been working 3 jobs!”, but…there it is.
And then there was, you know…the cheese. Not that I’m not taking responsibility for my choices or trying to use the laser pointer someone “gifted” me when they didn’t have any blingy rings to proffer the last time I tried to date…but…hey…just sayin’…
I’VE MISSED A LOT AND INTEND TO MAKE UP FOR IT.
Got the prezzies wrapped, the place lit up like a frikkin’ five-star nativity scene and sexy foreign lounge music wafting about, but like many cheese addicts out there, turns out I am spending Christmas Eve, the holiest of nights, ALONE.
Yep, you heard me. Alone. Poor little cheese addict all sad and lonely with nothing more to do but mill around on Facebook and…wait!
Oh joy to the world! I forgot Melissa tucked this little nugget of bliss into my Xmas goodie bag:
Cypress Grove Chevre. Truffle Tremor they call it. Studded with little stars of black truffle in a crazy oozing heart of maddening soft deliciousness. Isn’t it beautiful? Can’t you smell it from here? It’s like brie…on drugs. That good. Oh yeah. And no, you can’t have any. Because I already inhaled it, that’s why.
Like I can take a photo and make it back to my computer otherwise? Come on, really. Did I mention it has truffles? Woooooh! Oh yeah…
Never seen a pic of him smile. Until now. Looks like what he was really looking for…was CHEESE!
I can’t help it. I’m one of THOSE people. You know, can’t wait for the big event, gotta blow it all out the night BEFORE…
So I got into the cheese saved for the Thanksgiving platter. A little…but hey, don’t you always sneak downstairs the night before Christmas and open one present? So let’s just call it a new Thanksgiving tradition, ok? Ok!
Happy Thanksgiving to cheese addicts everywhere! Try and save some for the family…