On to Cheese

"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." -G.K. Chesterton

All right, Mr. Chesterton, I'll give it a try.

There once was a man, Gary Martin,
Who tried a new cheese on his kin.
Twasn't new; it was old,
To the point of being bold,
And smelled of dead animal skin.

"Now smell it," he said, "and I'll tell you
All about it after you're through."
Twasn't nice I'll just say.
(For that people pay?)
In the future no more, no thank you!

It appeared to give Mom a headache.

Faith appeared to fear a stomach ache.

And to eat or not to eat was the question we all had to face.

We tried it for novelty's sake (and for Dad's).

Vacherin Fribourgeois

(known less reverently around here as the "stinky cheese")

Got to give Dad credit: he usually has good taste in the cheeses he brings home. Here we're looking at Brie - good stuff!

But to me the ultimate cheese is something like this homemade cheese ball.

We'll wrap up this cheesy series with the indisputably healthy carrot. Now there's a subject worthy of a ballad or two. Okay, okay, not now.