Day 10 - Mystery Cheese

This morning's breakfast was a repeat of my tomato-basil-feta frittomelet, and it may be the most delicious thing I've made so far. However, I keep adding too much salt, it's really not necessary with the feta. No worries, I had a glass of cider to wet my palette and cleanse my whistle.

Breakfast was late due to walking one dog and sprinting with another, so I didn't eat again until after my tennis lesson. While driving home I had a few bites of an apple that wasn't quite right. Have you ever had an apple with a big brown spot that makes the rest of the apple taste...gamey? I was afraid it was a mental reaction to the brown spot so I made myself take 5 bites before I gave up. Out of a half peck there's bound to be one bad apple, at least that's what my mother always told me.

By the time I got home I was rrrreally hungry, but it was 4 o'clock, too early for dinner, I'd just end up famished at volleyball later. Two maple candies quelled my appetite and I was able to hold out another hour for supper rather than dine like a septuagenarian. You caught me, I just wanted to use the word septuagenarian. I new it made the sentence cumbersome, but I couldn't make myself take it out.

For dinner I had salad (greens and cucumbers from my garden; tomatoes, onions and peppers from the farmers' market) with my go-to cider vinegar and feta dressing, garlic mashed potatoes, and a few chunks of cheese.


In hindsight, I should not have brushed my teeth. I'm not tall enough or coordinated enough to block during a volleyball game, but after all the garlic and onions, I was breathing fire. My good dental hygiene may have cost us the game.

Upon returning home from volleyball I was feeling a tad peckish, so I put on my fancy pants and had some wine and cheese. I chose the Cortland Apple Wine from Fly Creek Cider Mill and no name cheese from Mountain View Dairy. That's right, no name cheese. When I was at Mountain View Dairy yesterday I asked the nice young woman who sold me my dairy if the cheese with no label was the same as the rest of the wedges on the same shelf. She answered, "That's the no name cheese. It's very strong. We don't have a name for it yet." Well mark the date - I can no longer say that I've never had a cheese so strong that it made my eyes water. I'm not even sure I like it, but I do not like the idea of a cheese being stronger than I am. Actually, after the first chunk the initial shock wore off and it tasted pretty darn good. Four pieces were sufficient, and left my belly just full enough for bed.