So we’ve tried some different things since mid-summer.  We’ve talked about grocery items.  We’ve talked about fondue.  We’ve talked about designer cats dressed up as apples that are EATING apples.  We’ve covered it all.  But sometimes, when late early winter is upon us, we realize that we have to get back to our roots.  Where did we come from?  How did it all begin?  Well, if you are a loyal reader of the blog, you’ll know that this all started with a little feature I like to call….CHEESEPINIONS.  And we have a lot of cheese right now.  I mean…Jesus, it’s kind of overwhelming.  (And don’t even get me started on our butter selection. We have so much butter right now it kind of makes me want to run around the store announcing it in an Oprah voice to get people all riled up over it…) So I thought I’d do what I do best: irritate my coworkers long enough for them to tell me about their favorite cheeses of the moment.  Precious.

As precious as this baby bobcat?!?!? Well...no. Also, not as delicious.

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So today we are going to start by putting on our imagination caps. I’ll wait a minute so you can go retrieve it out of your imagination box.

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So fun already.

…Ok. Is your cap jauntily placed on your noggin’? Good. Because right now I’m going to whisk you away to the Swiss Alps. In December. You are a Swiss farmer’s wife. Your name is Hilde, you like gingham and kirsch, and you once had an affair with a man you met at a cafe in town after he bought you a glass of red wine and you couldn’t stop staring at his impressive mustache. Unfortunately December in Switzerland is a snowy time so you don’t have a lot of variety in your gastronomical options, your chubby sister is staying with you for the holidays and a shepherd with strong shoulders but gentle hands showed up at your door step last night when it started to snow. Great.  All you have for dinner is some really old cheese, a container of pickles, some Stroopwafels and a hunk of bread that you are pretty sure you baked last August. And everyone is hungry and huddled around a small fireplace in the back of your cabin.

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