Unless you’re new to my blog, I’m assuming that you’re aware of my love for cheese.
This past Sunday, I was fortunate enough to be able to attend the sold out Vermont Cheesemakers Festival. To say that it was a mind-blowing experience is putting it mildly.
I must have tasted over 50 different cheeses. I actually got to the point where I uttered the words that I have only spoken once before on a vacation to Paris in 2001: I can’t eat any more cheese.
I joked to my husband that the whole experience made me “weak in the cheese”.
[insert groan here]
I think I’ve now sufficiently recovered from my cheese coma and I’m ready to eat the goodies I brought home with me.
One of the best parts of the festival was this find from the Cellars at Jasper Hill (click on the image to enlarge):
I’m not sure why I never realized that the term “clothbound” was a bridge between my loves for bookbinding and cheese.
The world makes a lot more sense now.