1. I ate string. Twice. Once at lunch yesterday and once the night before. I made my famous Ginger Noodle soup and did a bad job of untying the rice noodles. Some bits of string ended up in the soup. Will someone please explain why the manufacturers of these noodles, which are thin and white, use thin white string to bind them with?
2. Sarah likes stinky cheese. We’ve been out to Farm Boy a couple of times this past week. When we get near the bakery she sees the cheese counter up ahead, takes me by the hand and starts dragging me toward it.
You see, I started a trend at the cheese counter. As you know, once kids latch on to an idea they like (Christmas, Halloween, loot bags etc) they are loathe to let it go.
I’ve probably written about this before, but Sarah gets to pick out her own block of cheese. We do major taste testing at the cheese counter to find one we like. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if the people who worked at FB had big mugshots of Sarah and my faces behind the counter and a sign that says something like :
WARNING. EAGER CHEESE EATERS. REMOVE ALL CHEESE SAMPLES.
Sarah likes to try new cheeses, which are made about ten times more appealing if they’re cubed and skewered on tiny interdental stimulators. (This makes me wonder whether anyone has done a scientific study on this topic. Does food taste better when it’s served like this?)
The cheese samplers can be found around the cheese section of the store. The cheese cubes themselves are always cut rather irregularly. Large and small. They’re nestled in clear plastic tubs, the kind you get if you order a small serving of antipasto. The toothpicks stick out over the edge of the container in a helter-skelter way, reminding me of some kind of old WB cartoon in which the bad guy Indians riddle their victims with a hundred arrows, er, but in this case it’s the cheese that’s the victim, and not some cowboy. Nevermind.
When Sarah is offered a cheese cube she takes it without question.
The sampler this time was a stinky French cheese made from raw milk. Mind you, this one was not as stinky as they come, and I’ve smelled some real stinkers in my day. This particular offering of cheese cubes had a uniquely pungent aroma, say, day-old socks vs. Tupperware container of unidentifiable moldy food.
We purchased the cheese. It wasn’t until later that I realized exactly how smelly it was. When I unwrapped it all those accumulated smell molecules (that had had nowhere to escape to) BURST forth for a full-on assault of my nasal passages. Whoa, she isn’t going to go for this. But she did! I have to say, she has a good nose for cheese. I am so proud. She’s going to do so well at her first wine and cheese tasting.
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3. The Trust Experiment officially begins today. I’m heading down to Bridgehead to drop it off. I hate that I’ve delayed it. I’ve been so excited to get it started but I just couldn’t get to it any earlier. I just didn’t have time. And then I didn’t have any money! Gah. My one change: there’s a small piece of post-it note peeking out from the wallet fold with the words “Look inside” and when opened there’s another one that says “Read the instructions.” The money and letter are inside where the paper money is usually kept. I think people are more likely to participate if they know it’s a set up. For the same reason, I’m not sure if anyone is andy less likely to take it. I guess we’ll find out!
Talk about a disjointed post today huh? String, cheese, and old wallets. I have a feeling it’s going to be a really interesting day today. :)
