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Confession Friday: I’ve Taken My Love of Cheese to a New Low (or High)

Guys, I have a confession to make. While some of you may be new around here (Shout out to all my new blog friends from BlogHer!), the rest of you loyal blog friends understand my cheese obsession…

Or do you?

It has come to my attention that while some people sneak spoonfuls of ice cream out of the carton, and that seems completely rational, logical and relevant…

I am busy hiding in the corner of my kitchen with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar (in my case, the cheese carton. With a spoon.)

This cheese carton. Photo from Merkt’s Cheese website.

I know. I’m a little gross. But really…who needs crackers at a time like this? Especially when gluten free crackers are expensive, yo.

So yes, confession Friday ends with me. Eating Wisconsin cheese spread. With a spoon.

Why?

Because I can.

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Happy National Cheese Lover’s Day!

Seriously.

Today is a great day…for CHEESE!

So go out. Buy a hunk. Eat the whole thing. You deserve it. Might I recommend some of my elite fancy favorites? (I don’t have a Google Doc or anything…) You can likely find these guys at a Whole Foods or fancy cheese market near you. If you don’t have one of those, your local grocer should have Cabot, Kerry Gold Dubliner, or some fine cheese spread from Wisconsin I do love my Wisconsin Cheese.

Cypress Grove Cheese

This goat cheese specialist makes some of the finest goat cheese around. From Midnight Moon (mild and delightful, perfect for less than adventures cheesies) to Humboldt Fog (OH MY GOD if you like brie and blue, you’ve got to try this shit. Not for the casual cheese eater. This one is for the connoisseur.)

They’ve got a variety of other flavored goat cheeses for the taking, including truffle tremor (Hello truffle flavor!) But you know…don’t let this tiny little post show you how much I love Cypress Grove. Let me love letter speak for itself.