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It's gouda

Connie sent over a chunk of smoked gouda a few days ago and it's been absolutely fantastic. While I've always been a fan of cheese, I didn't have a very discerning palate for most of my life. My cheese choice tended to mostly entail deciding if I wanted white or yellow American. This changed a little due to cheese platters. When you go to scientific conferences and talks/lectures, a cheese platter was not an unexpected sight. Since I had few cheese preferences or prejudices, I would more or less sample at random. It took years before I actually figured out that the one I liked best was even called smoked gouda.

What's not to love about smoked gouda? First of all, I'm a firm believer that anything tastes better smoked. This especially applies to anything savory but it wouldn't surprise me in the least if putting cotton candy in a smoker would yield a better product too. In addition, gouda has a mellow and creamy flavor, not at all offensive like some other cheese offerings and no unpleasant aftertaste. It's the king of cheese as far as I'm concerned.

When I was a kid, I had a cheese-related dream. I always had this idea of wanting to own a giant wheel of cheese. I read a lot of fantasy novels as a kid and in many of the books the characters would always have cheese wheels as part of their daily provisions. They would hack off a hunk of cheese, get some brown peasant bread, and that made a meal of it. It got so that in my mind, cheese wheels = adventure. Just as a Douglas Adams fan would never leave on an adventure without a towel, if you had asked a 12 year old me what I would bring, I can guarantee you a giant cheese wheel would have been on the list.
Tags: fantasy, food, nostalgia
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