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20 November 2013

Caseophile Bliss, Corvallis, Montana

“I was one of those. 
I meddled with dark powers. I summoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind.”  -  Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

“A silence fell at the mention of Gavard. They all looked at each other cautiously. As they were all rather short of breath by this time, it was the camembert they could smell. This cheese, with its gamy odour, had overpowered the milder smells of the marolles and the limbourg; its power was remarkable. Every now and then, however, a slight whiff, a flute-like note, came from the parmesan, while the bries came into play with their soft, musty smell, the gentle sound, so to speak, of a damp tambourine. The livarot launched into an overwhelming reprise, and the géromé kept up the symphony with a sustained high note.”

2 comments:

  1. I can almost smell and taste that wonderful array -

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  2. It was a delightful wedding feast!

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