I’m Back on the Curd
For almost five entire days last week, I couldn’t eat any cheese. Sure, I snuck a couple spoonfuls of yogurt here and there, maybe allowed for just a crumble of raw cheese, but for the most part I did not heed my undying desire for five solid days. Indeed, hardship is a gift to your character, but those days forced me to see a world of cruel possibility. If Monet could lose his sight, Beethoven his hearing, perhaps I, too, can lose my own gift of dairy digestion. Now, with this phase of darkness behind me, I have a new perspective on life. Carpe Diem and YOLO.
Cherish this summer in all it’s glory and eat some heirloom tomatoes and fresh lettuce. And don’t even think about using any old cheese to garnish these August gems. It doesn’t have to be bandaged cheddar, but it must be a high-quality, crumbly cheese. If you don’t have black garlic on hand, you can just use fresh garlic and balsamic.