The mists have rolled into Fogtown and the little Loire Valley-style cheeses have appeared in our local fromage case!Last night, I admit, I was a little depressed and exhausted, having worked like a maniac all weekend, even through Shavuot.
(Yes, I know -- some of you are going to say, "But, um, you're not Jewish..." And yes, that is, strictly speaking, true. But I work at a Jewish institution and theoretically had a day off, and STILL found myself working like a nutcase.)
So, as I was saying, I was trudging a little dejectedly through our local grocery emporium, when my ever-perceptive husband suggested that a visit to the cheese section would perk me up.
When next he saw me I was clutching a Nocturne and a Picolo in my hot little hands.
Oh frabjous day! Soyoung Scanlan of Andante Dairy is back!
Like a three-year old, I pointed at the cheeses, "Look! Look!" And Eric patiently suggested we get one. One.
"There's a Metronome too..." I said in a very small voice.
I got a look that said, "ONE."
"Nocturne."
Nocturne, it is.
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