I love cheese. In fact, cheese is my favorite food. Remember that moment in Florence? Ahhh...it was both the most brilliant and devastating moment ever. Brilliant because I didn't know cheese could taste like that, but it did. And devastating because I knew I would never taste such perfect cheese again (at least not until the next time I find myself in Italy).
Yes, I love cheese. So you can imagine how thrilled I was to go with Jennifer to a cheese-making class on Saturday afternoon. Me, making cheese - it was just meant to be...
I sliced the cheese in half and was just about to taste the fruits of my labor...and then I received a text:
"Come home. Elisabeth needs to go to the hospital."
To be continued...
