I've had cheese on the brain lately. I found out that there is a store in Berkeley called the Cheeseboard with IMPORTED cheese and they let you taste as many types of cheese as you want until you find one you like. I don't know about the rest of you but the cheese you can find at Safeway just doesn't do it for me. It's usually when I'm going through travel withdrawl that I start trying to feret out things that remind me of my time spent away from the states. It's usually food, this time it's cheese. I'm heading to the Cheeseboard tomorrow for a cheaper cure to itchy feet.

Now I know most of you are going, "Bahhh! Cheese, whatever!" But for me cheese is one of the formeost memories I have of my summers in France. The last time I went to France the first thing I did was grab my three favorite things: a chocolate croissant, a baguette and some cheese to reconfirm that yes, I was in France, and yes even the crappy train station food was better than anything I could get at home. All of those trips were about food and the dining experience, but while I've forgotten what most of the meals consisted of, I still remember the cheese course. Go figure.

And because I'm talking about cheese I feel I should mention that you should all try Halloumi cheese which is made in Cyprus. It's fantastic. When I was younger Daphne's dad brought back from one of his many trips to Cyprus. I think I must have eaten the entire stash that they brought back. This cheese is usally eaten fried so that it's all brown and golden on the outside and squishy on the inside.

Shoot, now I'm hungry.