I’ve been quiet lately–not for any real reason, but just because I’ve been feeling quiet. Sometimes it’s like that. You understand.
What’s broken my seclusion, then? I’ve been visited by the cheese fairy.
[pretend there is a picture here. a picture of someone from Wisconsin, maybe, or France. someone who has wings and is carrying a wand that has a wedge of cheese instead of a star at the tip. this person is the cheese fairy, and they are good.]
And it’s not any cheese–it’s fancy cheese. This cheese, to be precise.
Upon receiving it, I did what any sensible person would do, which was to rip open the package, make a joyous noise, and then promptly eat half a wheel of Cirrus for supper. (Obviously, right? I mean, that’s definitely what you guys would do, too, isn’t it?) Then the next day I made mushroom and pea risotto and mixed in a little more of the Cirrus.
Then there were a few sad, cheeseless days, and then I ate half a round of Seastack for supper. Nick ate some of the Trailhead that night, plus some super-delicious cheddar. Sometimes making a real meal is hard, and sometimes it’s just that cheese is really delicious. Stop judging me, okay?
(Yes, fine, I just read that New York Times article about cheese, and I’m feeling a little defensive. Leave my cheese alone.)
I didn’t order it, and the cheese didn’t come with a note or anything, but I figured that some generous soul had sent it to me–it wouldn’t be the first time something like that’s happened. I fired off an email to the usual suspect when the cheese arrived, but as she was gone for the weekend, I happily ate my cheese, assuming that it was her doing. So imagine my shock when she returned and informed me that no, actually, she didn’t send me anything.
I don’t actually have an ending to this story. You’re expecting a clever plot twist now, but there’s nothing. Maybe it was an elf, or Livia has an alternate personality who enjoys sending people anonymous cheese, or maybe–dare I say it?–maybe the cheese fairy is real.
I don’t know where the cheese came from, and I don’t know why it came to me. I do, however, know where it’s going to end up: in my belly! I think we can all agree that that’s a happy ending.
(Cheese fairy, if you’re out there, speak up so I can thank you proudly. Or don’t, but know that I’m very grateful. Thank you!)
The cheese fairy sounds amazing!
Despite my not liking mushrooms or peas, your risotto also sounds amazing. Hell, you could probably card some wool and turn it into a paste, maybe add some craisins, and feed it to me, and I would eat it. That’s how I roll.
Oh I want a cheese fairy! What wonderful kind thing did you do to get the cheese fairy to give you such a gift? Put out milk for her at night? Tie green ribbons to the trees? I’ll totally do it to get her to come bestow her gifts upon me!
No judging here I would eat nothing but cheese all the time if I could. that picture that you have attached looks amazing I almost tried to eat my computer monitor.