are you sick of hearing about my obsession with humboldt fog?
I got a sneak peek at the new Premier Cheese Market on 50th/France in Edina.
What can I say?
Lund’s: You’d better step it up.
France 44: I don’t know how to help you.
The gang at Premier is serious about cheese. The cheesemongers have been around and worked the local cheese scene, so they already know the cheeses we’ve grown tired of (drunken goat, herbed roule, blah, blah, blah). Their cases are stacked with beautiful blocks and wedges from France, Italy, Spain, California, Wisconsin and other exotic realms. More importantly, these blocks are cut to order. Fresh cheese, not plastic-wrapped chunks that have been sitting for who knows how long.(I spied a leaf-wrapped Robiola which I might have lunged for, had my daughter not been with me…)
Yes. All right. I am a cheese whore. But I am a giddy cheese whore. I’m not even going the first week because they said the really delicate, ethereal cheeses won’t be in until the following week. Tra la la
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