A few months ago, we had a houseguest who brought us a gift of cheese.
Cabot Cheddar, that is.
“It’s a very nice cheese,” she said.
Well, she had me at “cheese.” But she had me AND my boys at the sharp flavor and complex taste of Cabot Cheddar.
The large block of cheddar is, as the company’s website says, “well proportioned with subtleties that are evocative of our farm families’ grass-covered fields. Because of its relatively high ratio of butterfat the acidic tang of this sharp cheddar is flawlessly balanced.”
Since then, my boys, who are mimics by nature, request, “a very nice cheese” for a meal or snack, in their most polite voices.
In fact, often times on Saturdays we are caught in the maelstrom of soccer, shopping and chores. When we need a quick pick-me-up, they request, you guessed it, a very nice cheese.
I wish you could hear them say it.