Have I mentioned before that when one returns from the American Cheese Society Conference, they come back with a cheese baby? True story. One can earn a pound or two while having such a fabulous time. I've decided to to name mine "Fromage Hush-puppy Jackson." The middle name is a loving reference to the baskets of the southern treat I downed after eating slice after slice of fromage at the North Carolina conference (and no, I wasn't hungry, but that wasn't the point). Am also considering giving it the double last name of "Ribs-Jackson" in honor the meat cut (pork and beef, in case you're curious) I consumed quite frequently, with vinegar, a la mode North Carolina.
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