Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Though I run outside I still act like a hamster on a wheel. I've done the same route for a good two years now. Except for Sunday, when I decided some cheese would be nice. So I ran a slightly altered route. Three-quarters of the way through, I stopped in at a cheese shop all beet red and a-sweaty, a cheese shop where I hope am not famous for my practice of stopping by to eat a bunch of samples and leaving without buying anything.

But not this time! I marched right up to the a cheesemonger and asked for something that tastes like a meadow in summertime and would be good in an egg sandwich. Then, realizing I sounded like an asshole, I said how about something grassy that would be good in an egg sandwich. The cheesemonger, who had something orange on his nose, sliced a sliver off a cheese made with the milk of goats who feed under a lemon tree in Italy. It was awesome. And thirty-five dollars a pound. I asked the cheesemonger if he had something similar for under twenty.

Then I told him he had something orange on his nose. He wiped it off and said thanks and wondered why nobody'd told him. I managed to not share the story about the time I went to a party and just one person out of the 20 guests told me I had the biggest black booger he'd ever seen stuck on the side of my nose, and I didn't believe him, and it was a sleepover party, and when I looked in the mirror the next morning, well, wouldn't you know it.

The now-no-longer-orange-nosed cheesemonger cut a slice of a less expensive but still yummy goaty goat cheese. I bought some, ran home holding it in one gloved hand, ate too much of it, and got a stomachache and gas that was smelly in direct proportion to the deliciousness level of the cheese.

The cheese was very, very delicious.



Blogger xianfern said...

That is hysterical, the black booger part!! thanks for the chuckle this morning.. I needed it!

10:57 AM, January 14, 2009

Blogger McPolack said...

You're welcome!

9:22 AM, January 15, 2009


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