
We live in the San Francisco Bay Area. Actually, I take that back: we live in San Francisco. I'll specify so you don't think we live in Tiburon or Pittsburg (shiver).
Finally out here, I feel as if I've found my food people. Every other place I've lived, I have been the most obnoxiously picky food person in town. Here we have cheese counters where you can samples dozens before making a purchase. There's even one (in Berkeley) where you have to queue up and get a ticket.
My favorite cheese is Vermont Shepherd, and I never would have found it had the cheese educator at Cowgirl not given me seven free samples before I found this, the most perfect cheese ever, which is only made from May through October when sheep graze on minty clover.
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Did someone say clover?!
Indeed.
In fact, one of these days, I'll dine on clover-scented cheese while writing out a clover-embossed Mrs John Strong note card and considering my next wishbone clover post, AND MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE.
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