I used to be put off by European sophisticates, so into their fine wine and stinky cheese and their high-falutin’ “terroir” that created it all. But now I love being a cultural bumpkin.
Sure, I’m simple. I was raised thinking cheese is orange and comes in the shape of the bread. Slap it on—voilà!—cheese sandwich. Over in Europe, cheese is not orange nor the shape of the bread. In France alone you could eat a different cheese every day of the year. And it wouldn’t surprise me if people did. These people are passionate about their cheese….