Cheesy Little Yellow
On Sunday, I was fortunate enough to attend the Vermont Cheesemakers Festival for the second year in a row.
And for the second year in a row, I ate myself sick. I have since declared a 48-hour moratorium on cheese – my stomach is the boss of me.
In anticipation of the Festival, I became obsessed with making a cheese journal with covers the size of a slice of American cheese. You’d think that it would be easy to find out the measurements of the aforementioned cheese.
Googling proved unsuccessful and I was forced to take matters into my own hands. What this meant was that on Saturday night, I brought a ruler with me to the grocery store and measured the cheese. That sounds like it could be a euphemism for something entirely inappropriate…
The strangest thing about my book concept was that although it was the size of a slice of American cheese, I was set on styling the covers like Swiss cheese. I’m a complex person.
I finished the book on Sunday, in the early afternoon. This meant less time at the Festival. I made the executive decision that book trumped cheese. I don’t know if this will be a steadfast rule or if it is situation-specific. Only time will tell.
Here’s the completed book:
I named the book Little Yellow. The first reason for this is pretty obvious, but the second one, not so much.
My hubby and I watch the Tour de France every year. Back in 2004, first-time Tour rider Thomas Voeckler wore the yellow jersey for 10 days. He was such a young peanut of a rider and I started calling him “Little Yellow”. As Sunday was the final stage of the Tour de France and also the day I finished my book, it seemed appropriate to use a Tour-related name.
It measures 3.25″ x 3.25″ and is covered in Butterscotch Arrestox bookcloth. I carved the cheese holes using an X-Acto knife. I used a double-needle Coptic binding, packing the stitches so the braid would be more prominent.
I’ve already used 15 of the pages. I took notes on cheeses I liked and (gulp!) didn’t like. Some cheesemakers give you labels so you can remember the cheese you ate.
It seems that I now have an autograph book of cheese.