What kind of barbaric, sadistic, brute would take their frustrations out on our well loved, defenseless quarter wheel of Gouda?
Cheesus Christ
Aura Wilming
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I’m one such brute. My cheese life began with Max MaCalman many moons ago before he opened Artisanal Bistro. From him, I learned to eat cheese with a simple butter knife. My Wifey’s refined tastes for cutlery remains shocked and she still buys me cheese knives. My taste, however runs to the wet, the loud, and other cheese which would laugh heartily at your cheese utensils. Mind you, I’m not laughing, the cheese are.