Cheese has been a fascination of mine for some time. My penchant for it began in early childhood; my indiscriminate taste and the incredible array of potential pairings led it to be (more than a) staple in my hedonistic diet. My relationship has since changed (aged, matured) considerably: I mostly hear the Sirens’ song when the cheese is lauded as regional, representative, fresh, funky, personal.  I switch between finding the texture appealing and appalling.  This might just be a phase, but there is no way of knowing until time has passed.
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