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.