Mid-Week Laugh...

Thought I would share this with you guys, enjoy!

Girl meets cheese, a love story...

The cheese that turned me, think vampire but tyrophile, was Humboldt Fog from Cypress Grove. I randomly walked into a cheese shop, not expecting anything, and got walloped with a huge surprise. It was much like Nightmare Before Christmas, when Jack Skellington discovered the holiday trees in the forest, only my uncovering was much more complicated and notably aromatic. What a site, I never knew that there was such a thing as a cheese boutique!



With so many colorful options surrounding me, my eyes were darting back and forth like a music conductor’s baton. I stood in the shop and tried to look for something familiar or see if anything called to me, after a few minutes I saw the one. I made an instant beeline and was completely enamored by its frosty white brilliance. It glistened against a matte chalky rind, encompassing an ancient beauty. What stood out the most was a mysterious black ash line that ran across the inner body, like a crack on a perfect Greek statue. I introduce to you, Humboldt Fog. 

The cheese monger was friendly and after discussing a few details about the cheese and where it came from, he was ready to have me sample it. I watched as it crumbled into my hand like snow flurries and remember closing my eyes when I tasted it, I couldn’t even help it. It was chalky, yet creamy, biting but sweet. I never thought of a cheese as “tart” before but this one was; to the point that I had a tightening in my jaw. What a cheese. 


That day drove me to research more about cheese and has made me appreciate the art form that it is.  Next time you're in a cheese shop, try seeing if a cheese calls out to you and give it a go.  You may be surprised to find that sometimes the cheese may be shopping for you; cheese is alive after all. 

Humboldt Fog was my first curd love. What’s yours?

Grilled Cheese Invitational-An American Classic

Earlier this year I came upon The Grilled Cheese Invitational, totally by accident. Who doesn't love grilled cheese and more over, who wouldn't be ecstatic to attend such an event?! By the time I explained this commemorate occasion to my boyfriend, he practically catapulted me into the car and off we went! When we arrived we were pretty stunned, tons of cheese, tons of people and I'm pretty sure I got a contact high from the grilled butter. Did I mention tons more cheese? On the down side, many of the vendors had run out of food and the line for the famous grilled cheese truck seemed infinite and we had to pass. 

See all the people to the right? That was only part of the line, it wraps up and around! 

Here are some fun pics of our day...

Nobody likes to say goodbye...

Though it was disheartening to part ways, we knew that there would always be next year! Make sure to keep tabs on this regale;  you don't want to miss out, we promise. 

There was a happy ending to the departure. Since the location was close to The Grove , we didn't end the merrymaking at Tilamook. We had an after party at the farmers market and walked off some of that cheesy deliciousness. Only to find that there was still more cheese to be eaten. At the end of the night, we were a little bit "feta" but a lot a bit happier...