I love cheese. All cheese. The stinkier and stronger the better….but I’ll take it any way it comes. The only person I know who loves it more is my daughter, who is a self-proclaimed cheese addict. A typical evening phone call home will inevitably include rapturous descriptions of some recent find at Arhoma, the cheese shack outside the Jean-Talon Market,  or from the dirty-Hippy cheese counter at the organic market. Today she sent me the following cheese blog, which she describes as, “It’s a sickness, really”.

And of course, if you’re into cheese porn, then Hef’s Mansion is The Cheese Boutique in Toronto, with its special aging rooms designed to take already-old cheeses and age them an extra 2-10 years! I’ll be there in a couple of weeks, but must first consult with my bank manager for a boost to my credit limit.

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