Not the cult currently dominating our awareness, no.<\/p>\n
Another one. And here’s how I was hooked:<\/p>\n
A half hour ago, I was standing in front of Citarella’s second floor cheese cases in search of (1) a hard grating cheese for pasta and (2) a soft cheese to be spread on bread for lunch.<\/p>\n
When I look at cheeses, I dally. The cheese lady behind the cases gently offered assistance, if I required it. I thanked her but dallied further until I noticed a cheese named D\u00e9lice de Bourgogne. Insofar as cheese can look soft or hard, it seemed soft, so I asked her about it.<\/p>\n
“Ah,” she said. “It’s so wonderful it’s…” she lowered her voice…”become a cult.”<\/p>\n
This excited me. I said, “I’ve never belonged to a cult but lately I’ve wondered why people get involved and what it feels like.” She said that the Trump cult would have to be de-programmed en masse, but offered no remedy for this cheese cult.<\/p>\n
As she handed me my squooshy small piece of cult, she invited me to return to tell her what I thought. I promised I would.<\/p>\n
When I got home, I spread some on a bland cracker; ate it; am inculcated.<\/p>\n
P.S. The hard grating cheese I bought is Fiore di Sardegna.<\/p>\n
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Not the cult currently dominating our awareness, no. Another one. And here’s how I was hooked: A half hour ago, I was standing in front of Citarella’s second floor cheese cases in search of (1) a hard grating cheese for … Continue reading