Cheese

I've been waiting for my mother to arrive to pick out cheese's at the market. We went Tuesday morning and asked the man at the cheese stand for recommendations. We got some sheep and goat cheese. Then we wanted to get some hard cheese's. We also wanted strong ones. When he gave us samples and we kept saying, stronger he was surprised and finally asked, "where are you from?" in a confused tone like, "why do these Americans have such good taste in cheese." Well let me tell you. I'm sure in started before but ever since my brother Jeremy was called on his mission in 1993 to France we have had a fair amount of interesting cheeses pass through our home. Well, the strongest cheese he had was called "Grossvater" (actually a different name a bit, I thin is Swiss German but I can't quit remember and Google translator doesn't do Swiss German) meaning "grandfather" because it had aged for so long. We were in heaven that night with the cheese.

My mother melted some sheep's cheese onto a salad.

She also went to town with the mushrooms. Oyster, Lobster, morel, and some purple ones from France (which Jared really didn't like) mushrooms.

Here is our stack of fruit that is attracting SO MANY fruit flies. Why not keep the fruit in the fridge you ask? Well, first of all I hate cold fruit, (I have super sensitive teeth) second, our fridge is the size of a shoe box. It won't fit.