Grrrrrrrrrrr
I am in a bad mood this morning. It is a beautiful day, a perfect crisp sunny winter's morning, but I'm in a really bad mood. Last night I had just drifted off to sleep when I was woken up by a phone call from work. I don't like getting phone calls at home from work, especially at 11:30pm on a Friday night when I'm already beyond tired. There was a problem, a problem that apparently couldn't wait until the morning. I grunted out a response that was rightly interpreted as: "To be honest, I don't give any kind of a fuck. I am going back to bed. If you are really lucky, I will take a look at this problem at some point on Saturday. Good day sir... I SAID GOOD DAY SIR!".It is now Saturday and I've had to log on and start to investigate this alleged problem and my god is this not how I wanted to spend this weekend. I am supposed to chilling out, pottering around the house, making vegetable stock, making pizza dough, doing a food shop. Instead I'm chasing windmills at work. Crap.
Anyway, seeing as I'm in an ugly mood, I want to talk to you all about Norwegian Goats Cheese. Nick, you can stop reading at this point, this post isn't for you and you won't like it. Someone at work yesterday expressed an interest in purchasing and eating some Norwegian Goats Cheese. I obliged by pointing them in the direction of a shop where I remember Nick buying Norwegian Goats cheese one time a number of years back.
Attached to this information was a stern warning...
Personally, I'd steer well clear of that stuff. It ain't right. I like Goats Cheese, but in my opinion, Norwegian Goats Cheese (Geitost) is seven kinds of evil. The very smell of it upsets me not only on a physical level, but at an emotional level. On the one occasion I dared to taste it, I was struck with a visceral despair from which I felt I would never escape, as if the cheese was possessed not only by an unpleasant taste, but was imbued with the crushed souls of a thousand dead Norse warriors.
And the fact that it looks like http://www.aftenposten.no/english/local/article584095.ece">plastic explosives should serve as a further warning!
I think this warning should be out there on the internet for all to read. They say it is an acquired taste, and I understand how if you've grown up on the stuff you might love it, but I see nothing in the taste that dictates that the rest of us need to acquire it. I mean, it's brown forfucksake, BROWN! BROWN CHEESE! That shit ain't right.
Sorry for the rant. My next post will probably be more positive. Perhaps it will be a review of the new Bond film
Labels: cheese, norewgian goats cheese, work
4 Comments:
Didn't I say it was an acquired taste? :-)
Anyway, as everyone knows, the worst foodstuff there is, created in satan's hairy arsecrack itself, is the mushroom (fungus!). There is no point to mushrooms. They are slimy, taste like puke, only grow where there is decay, and are in the same food group as athlete's foot.
GASP!
Mushrooms, sir, are fucking brilliant! Frankly a world without mushrooms would not be a world in which I would want to live. Imagine! Imagine never being able to eat my delicious wild mushroom risotto. The meer thought of a such a world has caused a fug of unhappiness to wash over me.
Perhaps we could both agree on this: Brussel Sprouts are wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. No?
SWOON!!
OK. Sprouts ming. And somewhat bizarrely, we live right next to a huge sprout plantation! If they were more edible, we'd be sprout rustling regularly.
I don't really understand Nick's love of Norwegian goats cheese. I mean, it's not really horrible, it's just a bit odd. The first thing to note is that it is sweet. Actually properly sweet. Nick likes to eat it on 'boller' which is a norwegian version of a teacake with currants in. Cheese should not really be sweet in my opinion.
Secondly it sticks to the roof of your mouth. You have to eat it in very very thin slices to avoid having your jaws stuck together.
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