Who Cut The Cheese?

Sorry, but I couldn't resist the impolite title opportunity.

The correct answer would be that JASON cut the cheese. He cut a 75+ pound of imported Parmigano Reggiano, specifically. Anna loves to be at Wegmans, our local grocery store, for their cheese wheel cracking ceremony. She's watched several of these big suckers get cracked, and she enjoys a little bit more each time it happens.

First the cheesemonger (or, as Anna calls him, the Cheese Mama)scored the top and sides with his hook-bladed knife.



Then he inserted almond knives into pressure points on the wheel and prepared to use leverage to crack it open.



With a lovely and satisfying crack, the wheel of deliciousness popped open.




Then we ate lovely cheese and continued on with our grocery shopping and the rest of our day.




The Parm was a lovely, creamy cheese with a melon overtone and a sharp finish. It was aged 28 months and tasted absolutely the way that a good Parmigano Reggiano should taste.

Comments are on again...

Thanks to Alexa for letting me know that the comments button wasn't available, even if it was only because she'd intended to heckle me publicly and was thwarted.

It's on again now, and I'm open to any and all insulting of my intelligence...~laugh~

~L

Happy 12th Blog-iversary!

This is the 12th anniversary of the day I started my first blog. Only, at that time it was called an online journal and there were just a few of us hanging around in cyberspace together. My journal was located on Geocities, and I was one of the original homesteaders in the Paris suburb. It was hand-coded in HTML and included a handful of carefully designed graphics. It was full of angsty poetry, angsty journalling, and uhhhhh....angsty angst.

Every year on this day I recommit myself to journalling/blogging. The urge to post usually lasts for a few weeks or months before I disappear into the walls again until the next blogiversary.

~L

Edited to keep my stupidity from showing: So, yeah, for anyone who saw this BEFORE the edit, I'm well aware that 1995-2007 is 12 years and not 22 years...really, honestly, I PROMISE that I didn't really think I started using the internet 22 years ago. I AM NOT AL GORE! Did I mention that I am not best of friends with the maths?

Go to Church and Climb a Tree...

That's what my kids did today. And did they enjoy it? Yep, you betcha! Well, the tree climbing part, at least. The churchiness was a mixed bag, with some thumbs up and some thumbs decidedly down.

Here's a pic of my three monkeys with their pal Campbell in the tree outside of UUCB.

Message for Paula

More to come in the near future, but Em declared that this couldn't wait.