Cheese Shop

I never said this blog was only going to be for the cycling trip so ...

There's this upscale-looking cheese store on Lake St. not too far from where I work, so I go in to to see if they have anything good. They do, this whole cooler full of big rinds of cheese. The sales lady wouldn't sell me any: WHAT. She said the cheese party some friends and I were thinking of having was too far off for those cheeses to be able to keep for that long, and she pointed me somewhere else in the store. She did give me a sample of cheese (triple creme, very sweet and dessert-like) as consolation. So I ended up getting these appetizer mildly spicey and sweet red peppers from Spain in stead. That's what I get for going to a snobby store in Chicago. No cheese.

"Well it's certainly uncontaminated by cheese."

http://youtube.com/watch?v=B3KBuQHHKx0