This One Time at Cheese Camp…
It was one of the most indulgent experience of my life.
Let me give you the highlights with 5 things I learned at Cheese Camp.
This weekend, I’m flying out to San Francisco to attend the Cheesemonger Invitational, a biannual competition among the country’s best cheesemongers.
They’ll cut, they’ll wrap, they’ll pair, they’ll plate, and they will PREACH that curd word!
A cheesemonger is more than just a curd nerd who can break down a wheel of cheese into wedges.
I think CMI’s website says it best:
“Great cheese does not exist without great cheesemongers. They are caretakers, truth tellers and therapists for the cheese. They are knights, priests, and politicians for the cheese. They are the last stop before consumption. Without great cheesemongers, cheese dies a lonely, sad death. And when a cheesemonger does their job well, a cheese lives its final days with Nobility, Honor and Respect. This profession requires an unwavering commitment to practical skills, as well as, a never-ending desire to learn more about history and science. The Cheesemonger Invitational is that rare opportunity for amazing cheesemongers to be celebrated by their community.”
Yeah, they’re pretty dope people, and they put on a hell of a show.
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Last Saturday was Jacob’s birthday and we were both in desperate need of some time away so I swept him off to Milwaukee. Though we only had one day to spend in the city, I wanted to simulate a full, meditative, leisurely vacation, one that would make us feel as though we had escaped for much longer. In one short 24 hour period, I packed in the perfect itinerary of eats, drinks, and activities. I’d like to think that I nailed it – even my AirBNB host was impressed.
Here’s a short guide highlighting some of my favorite spots in Milwaukee. You can do it all in a day, or spread it out over several. If you have some suggestions, leave them for me in the comments. I’ll check them out on my return trip.
Since I joined the American workforce, I have worked through Labor Day Weekend. This year, I have a big girl job. That means I get “holidays” and “weekends” and have “money.” I took advantage of my three-days of freedom with a short cruise south to the capital of bourbon whiskey, Louisville, Kentucky. It’s a hipster town replete with thriving niche stores, liberal youths, and gentle southern drawls. For three days, my honey Jacob and I ate and drank our way through this little city, biking the roads and shopping their farmers markets. I’m already planning my trip back.