My first-ever visit to a cheese factory was in Tillamook Washington... yes, I am that nerdy.
Cheese has always been a food that both sophisticated and simple humans love.
I would imagine that Bret would taste like a warm goat cheese, and Jemaine would taste like harvati with dill. Hmm...I'm hungry actually.
I eat swiss cheese. But I only nibble on it. I make the holes bigger.
My love of soft, runny cheese - it's impossible to resist.
Sometimes it's good just to be seduced by the particular cheeses spread out in front of you on a cheese counter.
He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.
I am a big fan of smelly cheeses but the rest of the family don't seem to be particularly keen on them.
Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.
In France, I learned about wine and cheese.
Splendid cheeses they were, ripe and mellow, and with a two hundred horse-power scent about them that might have been warranted to carry three miles, and knock a man over at two hundred yards.
Cheese, in any form, is my guilty pleasure. I would rather have a cheese platter for dinner than any meal. There's nothing better!
A lovely evening of new idioms and fresh mozzarella.
There should be a burnished tablet let into the ground on the spot where some courageous man first ate Stilton cheese, and survived.
