I did champagne yesterday, though there's always more to say about that.
So what about the cheese?
Oooh la la.
We live just around the corner from the best fromagerie in the city. It is a pretty and neat shop with an austere proprieter. I think he possibly does not have a sense of humor. He also speaks English, which is a nice reminder that being able to communicate is not a panacea for the challenges of life in the city.
Don't reach into any of the cases!
Wait politely!
One thing at a time!
Sometimes there are other people working in the small shop, cutting things, setting things up. They are nice and friendly looking minions, but I don't think they help people. Only the master helps people. He wraps your cheese carefully. He uses a lot of tape when he does.
It is his one weakness; slightly too much tape.
Even with communication technically possible, choosing cheese can be pretty challenging. Oh, not for your more known and universal goudas and comtes and ossau iratys, though even the choice of one of those engenders an eye-test-like series of choices:
"Older or younger?"
"Stonger or smoother?"
I don't know. You're the one who knows every single thing about cheese! You tell me what to get and I'll get it.
But cheese is hard to talk about. Look at me struggle now.
And then when you get into the singular display cheeses, the 15 styles of individual goat cheeses in various shapes and forms and colors, well, it is hopeless. So you just pick one.
That one! The nine euro one!
I like it because it doesn't have alot of mold on it. And it has a pretty... shape.
Then come the questions:
"The pale one, or the light caramel one?"
"Would you like a firmer or softer one?"
What's the difference?
Well, the firmer one is still willing to sit there quietly. The softer one is starting to inch its way towards the exit.
I take the firmer.
It is wrapped up really well!
Very secure.
Later we eat our prize goat cheese with some amazing lemon bergamont marmelade my darling wife made. The cheese has woken up now and is inching its way off the plate. Don't let this bother you. It is the best cheese you have ever tasted!
"This is the best cheese I have ever tasted" has already been said a fair few times in our little attic apartment. We might have to choose a new phrase for it.
How about:
Oooh la la?
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