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Gosh, I'm so hungry after reading all these posts.
I'm lucky enough to have a European deli within easy, if not convenient, driving distance. There I can pick up my beloved Drunken Goat cheese--as much as I wish it was named that because they get the goats drunk, it's just stored (cured?) in red wine. They also offer a beautiful horseradish cheddar (I keep nearly calling it Wasabi cheddar).
But don't forget the triple-cream brie with apple slices, pear slices, and walnuts...
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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