Last month, on January 13 and 14, I competed in the olympics of cheesemongering. If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you may have seen posts about the Cheesemonger Invitational (#cmisf). The invitational usually[…]
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Last month, on January 13 and 14, I competed in the olympics of cheesemongering. If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you may have seen posts about the Cheesemonger Invitational (#cmisf). The invitational usually[…]
This week’s cheese of the week is a special little guy I picked up in California, its native homeland. The cheese’s name is Red Hawk, and its birth was totally accidental. Red Hawk is a[…]
One whole, free day to spare in San Francisco before our course at The Cheese School began meant that Alicia and I had already spent an entire day on cheese tourism in the Bay Area[…]
Four-hundred-and-thirty pounds of cheese. Let that number sink in: 4-3-0. It sounds like it could be a metaphor for my life. Or not a metaphor, but rather my reality—although there are way more than 430[…]