Happy birthday to me!
Mine, to be precise. It’s 11am and I’m parched and dehydrated from my party last night. Don’t confuse this for the post-party hangovers of my 20s that resulted from plenty of booze and uncomfortable shoes. This feeling is the result of an overabundance of salt from my CHEESE PARTY. Oh yes.
I am beyond proud of my friends who contributed about 18 different kinds of delicious lactose products. Here are some of the winners: a bright green pesto gouda, cinnamon asiago, mango stilton, a Dutch gouda that was special ordered by my friend Neil across the pond, a mustard seed cheddar called Red Dragon, bucheron, cracked pepper Polly-O string cheese, gruyere, a robiola that had divided appreciation, Armenian mozzarella string cheese, and so so sooooo many more. It was a dairy lover’s dream. There was also a crazy assortment of accoutrements: homemade orange honey, apples, dried figs, walnuts, crackers out the wazoo, 85% dark chocolate, raspberries, jams, breads, and fruits.
My fridge is now fully stocked for a month of grilled cheeses, omelets, quiches, and whatever else I can mix together with my fromage.
And because I have the Oh, snap! Photo Studio at my disposal, I can show you some of what went down!
Such a great night!
“You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.”
~ Anthony Bourdain