Transporting some cheese at 11pm.
A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Last night at 9:45 pm I had to go buy a fridge for my cheese.
My husband had been “suggesting” this idea for months as out fridge space was being taken over by fromage. With a stack of fresh cheeses for an upcoming Queso Fresco piece, a dozen leftovers from my “best cheese burger topping” experiment ( The Spread article here if you missed) and gloriously large wedges of raspberry, balsamic, espresso and Merlot BellaVitano to store I knew it was time.
I zipped over to Home Depot and bought myself a little beer fridge (the gentleman helping was equally disappointed –no bevvies?–and fascinated –all cheese?—at its future use).
We set it up, plugged it in and the first item I reached for was:
Mainly to get rid of “new fridge smell” and to aid “new cheese smell” to take over. (Why isn’t that an air freshener scent?)
And now just a few dangerous steps away, down our creaky stairs with no rail and into the basement you can find stinky treasure.
Sorry–the lighting was not great in the basement residence of the fridge.
Many years ago I wrote a little textbook called “30 Days in the Life of an Animation Producer” (being an animation producer at the time). At the end of my bio the editors added a line which still makes me laugh and I would never have written, except in a storybook. It was, “Sometimes I feel like the luckiest girl in the world”.
But today, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
cheese and toast 