Cheese

Night Cheese
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In the words of Liz Lemon…just workin’ on my night cheese

This happened last night.

You’ll note what appears to be a sweatshirt blanket under the beautiful arrangement. That is correct. After a bottle of wine shared with my good friend, Lauren. After my first foray into Babaganoush (at a quite underrated Gitan). And after watching Modern Family and eating some oriental ramen and turkey bacon (blissful pairing). I decided to take leave of the confines of my family room and head upstairs to indulge in this light after-everything snack. Fucking right. Often I question my ability to be an “adult” and ponder life’s meaning. But then I have a night like this and I think to myself “yeah…you’re allright in my book.”

So, cheese. That is all.

Cheese. And wine. And a Queen
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Artist’s rendition of Queen Maxima. Being badass as usual

Oh my holy god. Queen Maxima is in Utrecht. Cutting cheese. And not just any cheese. But Beemster. Beemster is like a less crumbly parm, but with a nutty awesomeness that is unbelievably fantastic. She also looks phenomenal. The chapeau, the watch (it screams – I’m efficient and I value you and your time as much as mine – I love how she cares like that), the fucking blingin’ gold hoop earing. And there she is, just casually cuttin some cheese. I bet she’s going to go home and have some wine later. You know, because she has to pair 350 wheels of cheese with something. God I’m jealous of her night.