follow site The types of cheese I have eaten:
http://crochetedbuddies.com/2015/page/2/ I ate cheedar when I came home to some. The whole family was awaiting to know what else milk could do 🐽
I ate Gouda when I went to a fancy wine tasting and I never realized how very unfancy I was till then. My first wine tasting left me wanting to taste more cheese 🧀
I used to love Amul pizza’s as kids and that was my Mozzarella moment
The thousand and one festivals have flagged more fat than any Indian household because after a guest got me an assortment of cheeses ( Yes. You read it right. Caerphilly is what I discovered. There were assortments of chocolates too) and I have never loved having a guest more than that one time
Calvados and I met in a lot of places. The beauty of this cheese lost in translation. I have lived sparsely in a lot of different places with different people and I remember some people having a thing for cheese. Just like me. Getting fat togather
I have walked past a small quaint bakery in Dalhousie with my vice in my pocket. Peeling off wrappers and heating the intestines with some rum and cheese cubes
I remember a man showing me his fridge and there I met Manchego as a first to flirt with me after knowing how badly cheese turned me on. I decided I will marry in La Mancha or if not fortunate enough, I’ll die in Kalari
Buttermilk is also a type of cheese. Now, now, When my good friend asked me whether I would like to have some ‘buttermilk’ I instantly said yes and never once regretted that instead of a cool bottle of buttermilk in summers, I’ll be on to better avenues as far as my taste buds go.
You might ask whether Brie de Melun is a cheese type. Yes. It is. With such a pretty name, I knew I was going to be floored in the houseboat of 12′, Kochi
Tibet is cubes about two inches on all sides, with holes to string them through the middle, fifty to a hundred on each string. And I knew this from an old man when I was solo trippin across Nainital. He even gave me a piece for a book. Barter barter.
Wensleydale and I fell in love just like how bad you orgasm at the impact of an English accent in the unlikeliest of places. I never thought I will get to eat cheese where people didn’t know what butter was. In a village, an expat gifted me some for teaching her bhojpuri.
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