As you may have noticed by now, cheese is featured prominently in many of the the recipes I post. The reason is simple: I am a cheeseaholic! I’ve always loved the versatility and wholesomeness of cheese – be it playful and exuberant like feta or serious and straightforward like cheddar, assertive and experienced like parmesan or deliciously mild like provolone. I learned a lot about cheese during the time I spent in the UK, and my knowledge has gained more depth since coming to Chicago. I am a cheese lover, yet I’d like to think that I’m not a cheese snob. I like various cheeses and try to incorporate them in my recipes – and I also like the life stories behind them. Like every other ingredient, cheese can tell a lot about you and can trigger lots of (hopefully happy) memories.
Such was the case the other day, when I bought some imported Gouda cheese from the local grocery store. I was very excited to find it on sale because this was one of the cheese varieties I used to eat most often when we lived in England. Miraculously, as soon as I saw the Gouda my mind went back to the wonderful time we had in 2007, when we went on a cruise to Amsterdam, the home of delicious all-things cheese. 🙂