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[pantryslut]

Last night for dinner, crackers* and two kinds of Wisconsin cheddar -- a Hook's 7 year and a bandaged Cheddar from Bleu Mont. Plus fresh cherries. Simple, happy.


*I know, crackers are declasse and we should be ideally eating it with bread; I plead braces. I just can't deal with crusts right now.

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[panjianlien.livejournal.com]

Water crackers, especially, make me happy. Them what don't like crackers don't have to eat them.

I would be terribly envious of your cheese, but we had tangy cold orchid noodles, five-spice braised pheasant, and a rockin' steamed kale salad for dinner last night, so I'm not feeling it too much.

Except... oh... really good old cheddars! Aigh!

[pantryslut.livejournal.com]

Your dinner sounds delicious! I just wasn't up to cooking. My shoulder is all hinky again now that I'm back at work. I mean, shelling peas was too much work, and I *like* shelling peas.

I have...issues...with the growing chicness of really old cheddars (what I call "the cult of sharp"), and yet I love them too. I was scoffing at someone who was rhapsodizing about the ten year Hook's -- "it's really a totally different kind of cheese at that age!" -- until I tasted a sample. It's not a different paradigm, sorry, but it *is* one damn fine cheese. (And not as sharp as you might expect!)

[cheekytubemouse.livejournal.com]

I have issues anytime people come along, take something I've been liking for a long time, and turn it into a hip thing to be into. It makes me feel like a trend-follower, even though I know I shouldn't give a damn about what most other people think of me.

That said, my favorite cheese has long been sharp cheddar -- the sharper, the better.

[pantryslut.livejournal.com]

It's not so much the hipness per se, but the simplification that comes with that hipness. A complex flavor gets reduced to "you could cut bread with that cheese, it's so sharp!", in this case. If that makes sense.

[cheekytubemouse.livejournal.com]

I think so. You're saying that with hipness comes a typical bland mainstream treatment which overwhelms the more thoughtful and loving treatment something receives from those who truly love it and care nothing about its hip factor.

(I've not yet had my required amount of caffiene this morning, so please forgive me if the paragraph above makes absolutely no sense.)

[pantryslut.livejournal.com]

That paragraph not only makes perfect sense, it nails it. Yes. Thank you.

[cheekytubemouse.livejournal.com]

Yay! And thank YOU.

[genderfur.livejournal.com]

I heart crackers. I have un-hearted bread with hard crusts for a loooong time now, since about the time of my jaw surgeries. (Imagine that!) And now, of course, I know that wheat unhearts me.

And one of the things I most heart about crackers is that there are non-wheat ones out there that are decent and worth eating. Which is not true for the breads, oh my no.

[stopword.livejournal.com]

Uh oh. I didn't know crackers were Out.

I am a mess. :D