I know that some of you may scoff at my running litany of meals... but really, if you can't enjoy your food, what can you enjoy... especially around here!
Anyways, my lunch today consisted of a fresh roll (white bread, of course), layered with a couple of slices of fresh from the Netherlands Gouda cheese, a green Granny Smith apple, topped off with a stroop wafel. That was some seriously good eating, let me tell 'ya.
But funnily enough, my Dutch sensibilities were shocked a bit when I saw how Jackie started to cut through the cheese. Instead of using our little cheese scraper to make nice long, thin slices along the length of the wedge, she took a knife and started chopping the end right off the poor little wedge! It was very strange how deeply that affected me - we had this beautiful gift of precious dutch cheese... and there she went and cut it wrong!
Made me realize just how much these little things that you grow up with become so deeply ingrained! And I guess there's something about cutting the Dutch cheese a certain way that has so many wonderful things associated with it in my mind - dad and his daily ham and cheese sandwiches, cheese on bread at Oma and Opa's house, slices of cheese with soup and buns after church... so then when the cheese gets cut "wrong", it flies in the face of all those wonderful memories!
But anyways, no matter how the cheese is cut, it still tastes the same... sort of. Anyways, there's no shortage of opportunities around here to have my assumptions and culture and ways of doing things stretched and challenged! Maybe I might even learn that there's a better way to cut the cheese?!
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i am also a thin cheese slicer. in fact, my dutch cheese slicer is slicing my cheese too thick and i am not at all impressed about this! i must buy a new one when i visit friends in holland this fall!
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