It has been months since I last savoured your briny, tangy flesh -- months, long enough, and yet if feels like years. Why have I not seen you at the Park Slope Food Coop? Is it because the buyer knows that the funky Spanish blues I've seen lately travel to New York by boat while you, my dearest, arrive via a larger carbon footprint, by truck?
Cruel and short-sighted Coop employee! Why must you stand between me and the curds of my destiny? I will not be daunted. I will seek you out at other stores. Yes! I will even break my bonds to the PSFC in search of you, my blue-veined angel.
I laugh now when I think of how I didn't even like blue cheese before I knew you. I had only tasted generic blues from Denmark. But then you arrived, with your crystallized sugars and whiff of seaside grass that grows on one of the most spectacular landscapes in America.
Yes, I will defy even my locavore ethics for you. (I might as well; I've been eating broccoli from California all winter.) I will find you, my love. I will find you.
Photo from The Nibble.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Posted by Adriana Velez at 8:43 PM