There isn't much French about me anymore except a mostly French name and a love of wine and (especially) cheese.
Now did you ever do something, you were pretty sure what the outcome would be, but you did it anyway? I was at the grocery store after work the other day and I was "out" of Brie (yeah like normal people are "out of milk" - [I had friends at unversity, a couple and the wife once said "honey, we're out of drugs"] but that is a double diversion).
Brie ain't cheap - not the stuff from France, anyway. But I saw a big wheel of the generic brand for a fraction of the price of the French stuff. So I decided to try it, but since my name, "Fortin", in the original French means in some regions of France (the ones that do not appear on the map), "he who hedges his bets" I also scooped the usual chunk of Brie as well.
Guess what folks - Brie made in Canada tastes just fine, as a nice cheese - BUT IT AIN'T BRIE - heck it's not even "runny" as The Monty Python "Cheese Shop SKetch" would phrase it.
Oh it won't go to waste -but before it's last tidbit is gone there will have been several real Brie slabs purchased and consumed.
Viva La Brie Libre
TF
Thursday, June 02, 2005
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