In today's guest post, our Shallow Thought Wednesday guru, John Lindner, examines a not-so-shallow question concerning the complexities of love, and quotes my favorite poet to boot. At least I think he's my favorite poet. EL
I bought a small brick of traditional English farmhouse cheddar, an Italian truffle cheese and a havarti at Trader Joe’s on Saturday. TJ’s isn’t my favorite stop for cheese, but I was there and so was the cheese.
While I was checking out, the cashier, a bright, sweet, raconteur of a young woman, asked what my favorite cheese is. A type immediately came to mind, but then I thought, No, can that be right?
I love Campo de Montalban, which blends cow, sheep, and goat milk to wonderful effect (also, great with quince paste). But is it my favorite cheese? Some days, yes, undoubtedly.
The type I eat most is cheddar, but how can I say it’s my favorite when I’m not a big extra-sharp cheddar fan?
Mmmmm… Havarti (but not my favorite).
If I were marooned on some desolate isle and could have only one cheese, it would soon become my least favorite, I’m sure. But if I could have only one type, I think I’d choose cheddar. So maybe that’s my favorite.
"A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere”