Four of the sweetest words ever heard
I was finishing up teaching the knife skills class at Cambridge on Saturday, week one of a six week series when one of the students sidled up beside me and in her very sweet French accent whispered the sweetest words I have ever heard.
"I am a cheese maker, would you like me to bring some samples next week?"
It took a few seconds for the words to register,the temptation to utter Blessed are the cheese makers to pass and for my jaw to close.
"Yes, I work as a cheese maker at Vermont Butter and Cheese, I spend a lot of time working with the chef and I wanted to take this series to learn some techniques."
"Yes, please, samples would be great." I stammered out while shaking my head up and down.
I'm a girl with a dedicated cheese drawer in my house, I can't pass a cheese counter without finding some new little nugget to take home, I've smuggled cheeses in from other countries and I've managed to make a few basic fresh cheeses on my own, but I relish being able to ask her some questions and maybe, just maybe find a way to go up north and see her in action.
Cheese baby, it's all about the cheese.