Attack of the Camera Cord
No, look, I'm telling you, it's a dangly thing and must be subdued. No, hold still!
No photos of my precioussss today - I forgot the photos were on another computer. Oops.
Our Valentine's lunch was lovely, but the real star of the show was the cheese room. The restaurant has a humidity controlled room where they store and sell their cheese. They let us taste some. Oh. My. God. I tasted four cheeses, and every single one was the best thing I have tasted in my entire life. I tasted a Taleggio, which made me whimper with delight and made Dave bend his rules on eating cheese made with animal rennet. We tasted an Italian Peccorino which had been sitting there aging since December 2003 - I didn't bother to ask the price. I gestured frantically at it and the nice lady understood and and cut us off a big piece. We also bought some glorious English cheddar, some washed rind goat cheese, and a piece of genuine French Roquefort. Sigh. Dave says it's okay because we only spent slightly more on the lunch than we did in the cheese room afterwards. People at work thought we were strange because I was thrilled Dave bought me stinky cheese instead of flowers!
Good thing for the day: House is on TV tonight.
Bad thing for the day: We have to save the Cheese for a special occasion.