I don’t reside in Wisconsin though I did as a wee lad way back then.
Sometimes if I climb a tree tall enough I can see the shoreline over yonder.
All against the advice of my doctors, who have lost lthe joy of climbing a tree. Just because.
What has this post got to do with cheese, you ask?
I just devoured a 1 pound (0.453592 kg) block of fine Wisconsin extra sharp cheddar. All by myself, I did not offer it anyone else.
It was tasty and I could not help myself.
Hopefully my digestion system will recover in a few days.
Monday morning madness.
I had Swiss cheese on my scrambled eggs, for the first, at Cracker Barrel yesterday. The taste was good, but the texture was meh; it was in strips. Next time, I’ll see if they have shredded, I’ll keep you posted.
The cheese-mites asked how the cheese got there,
And warmly debated the matter;
The Orthodox said that it came from the air,
And the Heretics said from the platter.
They argued it long and they argued it strong,
And I hear they are arguing now;
But of all the choice spirits who lived in the cheese,
Not one of them thought of a cow.
I just finished a very nice snack of dill and garlic Monterey Jack cheese, braunschweiger, cherry tomatoes, bread and butter pickles, olives, sliced green apple and rye crackers.
A couple weeks ago I found a shrink wrapped block of 12 year old sharp cheddar stamped 2011 in the back of a refrigerator in my brothers basement. It was amazing.
Cheddar is one of my favorites and I too prefer it sharp or extra sharp. But for a salad I like fresh parmesan or fresh mozzarella. That shredded package stuff is for philistines.
The rumblings in my intestines have concluded that I will have a mistakable time. I just found a box of whole wheat crackers sitting in my pantry. Hopefully that will help. The suggestion of a good dark German beer sounds good, but in this smal town everything is closed for the night.
