I didn’t think it was possible to get physically sick off of cheese and actually want to vomit at the sight of cheese but apparently, as Chris and I proved, it is indeed possible.
I could try to explain the rationale for why a soapmaker would need to visit a cheese festival (niche markets, differentiating factors, guerrilla marketing, subtle flavors, nuanced tastes between regions), but the reality is that we just like cheese.
The Cheese Festival was held at Pike Place Market and it was packed! Everyone was in a fairly good mood and the weather cooperated. The mood probably had something to do with the wine tasting festival held at the same time (insert wry and knowing grin here).
Our favorite cheese was a …. gouda aged in beer? That doesn’t sound like it’s even possible or a good idea but it was the best cheese of the bunch. Either that, or our palletes were permanetly ruined by too much of a good thing.
We left with $50 worth of cheese. I personally devoured at least 4 ounces of cheese tonight which goes to show you that one can never get too sick, for too long, of 90% fat. Just call me the human vacuum cleaner…
…the human vacuum cleaner that is going to hit the gym oh-so-hard tomorrow.
