Say Cheese

I'll admit I don't have the most sophisticated palette. I like pizza, tacos, and Oreo McFlurries. When I studied abroad in France, I went on a wine tasting tour in Bordeaux. It's safe to I say was a little out of my element.

I've been known to make some strange flavor associations as well.

When I first started a new job, I went out to dinner with some of my co-workers. We ended up at a restaurant that was a little pricey, so I decided to order from the appetizer menu. An interesting but more reasonable option was to order a cheese plate. They had a variety of cheeses from which to choose. I was lost.

I made my choices, and soon, the platter arrived. It was great! I began tasting each cheese, determining which was which. Each one was better than the next. Until the last one.

The cheese was pretty bad, but the odd thing was that it also tasted pretty familiar. I knew I had tasted it before, but I couldn't place it. This drove me nuts, so I kept eating it. It was soft, and creamy, and weird tasting. I ate about half of it, each bite more familiar than the next.

I still couldn't determine what it was. I decided to ask the server.

I was eating the butter. What a great first impression.