To
list my weaknesses, the priority would be chocolate and cheese. A Cheesychocaholic
would be an apt title. Not that I would eat cheese smeared with chocolate,
although cutting cheese with a jammy knife as a child gave me a liking for jam
on cheese. That even extended, for no particular reason, to marmalade on bacon.
My father
was a great fan of Gorgonzola—a much sharper edition of blue cheese and I loved
it, so I can consume blue cheese of any variety. One of the advantages of a
trip to New Zealand, apart from a touch of summer in the Canadian winter, is
the price and variety of cheese. Many cheeses can be bought in one kilogram
blocks for about $7 to $10 Canadian.
On a trip to
the local market last Saturday morning I found a stall selling 250 gram rounds
of a variety of brie, Camembert and blue cheeses $6 for three. When I went to
make a purchase, the Camembert was sold out, so I ordered three brie and blue
cheeses. It was not till later when I opened the brown bag the girl gave me, I
discovered four cheeses: no doubt an
apology for no Camembert.
I guess I
know that man cannot live by bread alone, so cheese makes a palatable
alternative. In fact, a bread and cheese sandwich is my default for most meals
I have to prepare for myself. Of course, I know it would be cheesy to say
cheese is a substitute for the Word of God, but it’s still a useful fallback if
I can’t turn stones into bread.
You may be
reading this a day early, and we are a day (less about four hours) ahead of
you. So I guess I’ll just have to enjoy a cheeeeeese sandwich while you catch
up!
