I always hated when photographers pulled that crap as they snapped my school picture. Just when your face was getting comfortable, where you got a happy thought and braced for the damn flash, some hammy jerk would hold the picture hostage until you said the magic word. Say cheese! As you can see, what he managed to capture was one-part worry, two parts pain. But I digress...
Since finishing law school, I took a job at a wine and cheese shop in town while I study for the bar. I could seriously work there forever and never touch the law again. I loved law school and I really look forward to being a lawyer. So that should tell you something about how I feel about cheese. And wine. And cooking in general. I'm pretty stoked about this job and tend to act a little bit like a pusher whenever I don the apron. Here try this, no really, try it. Try it.
See that picture of cheese? The other cheesy picture? That's the Spring Brook Tarentaise and it is breathtaking. Nutty, sharp, and firm. mmm...
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