Wednesday, August 3, 2005

On Cheese

One of El Jefe’s numerous vices is that he likes cheese. Not your garden-variety, so to speak, boring old yellow cheese, tasteless and clumpy, with Yellow Dye No. 6, and Special Secret Preservative No. 304, made for the mass market. No, I’m unfortunately not that easy to please. Unfortunately for both my pocket-book and for SWMBO’s peace of mind, El Jefe likes the high-dollar cheeses. The real stuff. I’m somewhat the same about mustard, but that’s a less expensive little taste.

Yesterday, El Jefe went to the grocery. It is almost never a good idea to send El Jefe marketing alone, particularly on an empty tummy, and especially not when he’s on a diet. God only knows what may come home in the grocery sack.

Yesterday, for once, I was good. But I was sooo tempted not to be. Our local Kroger had samples of some really yummy Parmigiano-Reggiano. Yes, the real stuff, all the way from Reggio Emilia in sunny Italia. Nice big blocks of it. Alas, if I came home with such a thing, I’d probably wind up looking like Nagasaki after Bock’s Car came to town, and a good thing too, or I'd be broke and the size of one of Saddam's palaces. I had to be content with a couple of samples, and fantasizing how it might taste with a decent bottle of wine. But that stuff was GOOD. Wish I could quit thinking about it today.

4 comments:

The B.... said...

Remarkably, that is one of my favorites as well.

Mile

Baron Bodissey said...

Your taste and mine are definitely in agreement.

I also recommend Irish Swiss. That stuff is good.

hank_F_M said...

UMMMMM!

I thy do stay away form that part of the supermarket.

David Charginghawk said...

"The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese."

-GK Chesterton