Cheese cow.
Butchered cheese cow. Clockwise from the ass: round, sirloin, short loin, rib, chuck, tongue, brisket/shank, short plate, and flank.
70's flashback. Fondue night. I do not own any fondue accoutrement, so the cheese is nested in a bowl within a bowl with a hot water moat. No fondue forks, chopsticks will do. Must dip quickly before the cheese becomes solid again, but it sure beats breathing sterno. Purple was delicious.
Choices choices. Do I want creme brulée or persimmon gelato for dessert? Both! Tonight's dinner would kill my lactose intolerant kin.
Baking marscapone cheesecake for tomorrow night. When I took it out of the oven, it was puffy, pale, and jiggly like Chris Farley doing that Chippendales routine on SNL. I was tempted to salvage my baking failure by calling it a cheese soufflé. Why do I bother baking when I just can't follow directions?
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