Trip to Susan's

We went to visit Susan - here is a video of Susan falling over in her lawn chair into the water. Pretty funny. I've also posted a couple photos. We stopped at the pottery first, and then we had lunch at the house - all lettuce and asparagus and good stuff from Susan's garden, of course - she also had made her usual assortment of WONDERFUL breads, and a beautiful, tasty trifle. We got to see Gus too, and then we went down Marietta Run to the creek to mess around and "swim". It was a lovely, lovely day for us all. Wish you had been there!

My New Book On Cheese . . .

I am just warning y'all . . . remember the book Chocolate I read a month or so ago and then subjected everyone in my world to chocolate tasting and chocolate facts???? Well, I could not resist the book at the library, Cheesemonger. You know what this means . . . I have ALREADY been enslaving those of you around me to my raging goat cheese addiction . . this could get fattening.

Years ago William asked me what I wanted for my anniversary. I told him I wanted a 3 month subscription to a Cheese Club that I had seen. Each month they send you this fab, different cheese. I really wanted it. He said, "I am NOT going to get you a subscription to a Cheese Club for your anniversary!" I understood his point and reasoning, but I STILL would like a subscription to a Cheese Club if any of you get some ridiculous tax return or inheritance and on some sort of whim decide to indulge all of your friends.

This is an interesting quote from the Cheesemonger:

"Loving food can be a sensory experience that brings people together , so long as you don't use language or attitude to set up boundaries. . . some people can choose food as a lifestyle or as part of a belief system and be every bit as elitist or wall-building as any snarly teen punk rocker could hope to be."

I like to think - hope to think - I am not a food "snob". I have real HEALTH concerns that motivate me to avoid certain foods and want my loved ones to avoid too - but if you know me, you know I can relish a toasted, frosted Pop Tart as much as a free range turkey sandwich on Ezekiel bread with sprouts and havarti - it's just that I know when I am eating that Pop Tart my body is screaming "Stop making my job so hard!"