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You must try a half-and-half with Rogue Double Chocolate Stout and Left Hand Week Sauce Coffee Porter.
And Jarlsberg? Stinky feet cheese. Smoked gouda, yo. We gotta work on your thesis coping skills.

 

Jarlsberg is NOT stinky feet cheese. It's nutty deliciousness. I hate stinky feet cheese.

 

'Tis. Wanna fight?

 

About Jarlsburg? Yes, I do.

Seriously though. Jarlsburg isn't funky AT ALL. I'm actually pretty curious where your funk cutoff is, because even the mildest blue cheese is too stinky feet for me.

 

All cheese with holes in it smells like feet. There is something in the hole-creating process that makes it taste and smell like funktastical gym socks.
I'm all about some gorgonzola... that's not feet, that's specialty mold, yo. I LOVE stinky cheese... but anything slightly related to swiss, even if it's the bastard child of inbred cousins, tastes awful to my tastebuds. And offends my nose. Dunno... maybe it's like one of those taste receptors that makes broccoli taste horrible to some people.
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P.S.... new post for favorite fight scene? Jarsburg vs Gorgonzola.... BOOM. HEADSHOT.

 

This is one thing I guess we will never agree on, because in my mouth, Swiss-style trumps blue.

I think Limburger would win all battles, just because the sheer stench would knock all competitors out. Now that is some funk. Gross.

 

CHEESE FIGHT.

CHEESE FIGHT.

CHEESE FIGHT.

Yeah, while you ladies go fight over cheese, I'll be drinking all your beer.

 

I'm imagining you beautiful ladies have a beer-fueled cheese fight. Don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight...

oh the goat cheese, the baked brie, the smoked provolone.....

oh, mama....

 

Taken during yesterday's trail walk.

 

I'm planning my next tattoo around the one year anniversary of my last one so I can make sure to donate blood at least once before I have to wait another year.

I already feel guilty enough for not being able to now.

 

It depends on what state you live in.
In NJ and AK they'll let you right away because the state health board regulates all the tattoo places but if you get one in Pennsylvania you have to wait six months.
I don't know about other states.

 

It's apparently a year in Maryland.
I tried already a few months ago, and I was turned away. I could've lied, but... well, more guilt.

 

Florida is a year, too. I'm a little leery about donating in Louisiana, but I'm debating.

 

Sunday evening I joined a few crazy kids for a bike ride up a mountain to enjoy delicious coffee, mini baguettes, goat cheese spread and sausage overlooking a bucolic landscape at sunset.

Then it got cold—and I brought all the right clothing—and we hauled ass all the way home.

 

I took the kids fishing on the weekend. They ended up chucking the bait in the water because there were no bites. (Ok that was my idea)

 

My condo garden today:
Shirley Temple Peonies

Fern looks like an alien (taken last week).

Sedum signals spring is here.

Hostas.

Creeping Jenny creeping.

Hostas and ferns, oh my!

 

My commute on Wednesday was a little wet.

...I had pants to change into. Pervs.

 

Yes, we (at least most of us, including me) are "pervs."

FTR, stinky feet cheese rules! The more blue/purple veins (he, he, pervs, he, he), and the oilier, the better.