Cheese and mistletoe?
There hasn't been a Christmas yet when I haven't eaten far more than my fair share of cheese. Even when working the cheese counter right up to the moment and sleeping far too late on Christmas Day, then getting back behind the counter the day after...I am still eager for cheese itself on December 25th. Why? Because I love it. It's my favorite food. And working day in & day out with it doesn't make that go away. Strange, but true.
And I am asked repeatedly what that 'must have' cheese is, the cheese that I can't resist eating even when my partner has wandered under the mistletoe and is waiting, patiently but very clearly, for a passionate kiss. What is it that I'll still need to pop in my mouth regardless of breath and residue? Well...
It's got to be oozy and semi-fluid. Must be full-flavored and not overly buttery. Nothing but sheer cheesy goodness with a hint of yeast, nuts, meat. Something that is bulging out of its rind and literally showing off its glorious innards.
The choices are endless, but a simply perfect Brie or Camembert, Epoisses, Robiola, Vacherin--or anything made in these styles--fit the bill perfectly. There's nothing more irresistable. Even a kiss.
Though a bit of both would be nice.
What's wrong with a cheese-laden smooch, under the mistletoe or anywhere else, really?
Ho, ho, ho!