“Stalking the Cheese Monger”
By: Jennifer Nettles
Anyone who knows me even slightly, (or anyone who has seen that ridiculous, early-career interview where I do my Wookie impersonation) (yes, I said Wookie impersonation) knows that I love cheese. This is a major coup for my mother who, in hating cheese herself, made sure I was introduced and exposed to it as a child. I guess it took. In spades. I have a love affair with the creamy, salty, yummy, stinky, dreamy stuff. It is inspired by this passionate obsession, that I found myself stalking the cheese monger.
While enjoying the weekend, visiting loved ones, we all were entertained by a rousing showing of “Modern Marvels” on the history channel. This, in and of itself, was a miracle for me in that the rest of the weekend had been dominated by hockey and football. (Help!). But I digress… This particular “Modern Marvel” segment was dedicated to, you guessed it, cheese! In addition to educating us on cheese history and manufacturing, the segment was peppered with knowledgeable commentary by some of the nations top cheese mongers, from New York to LA. It was here that I was first “introduced” to Mr. Steve Jenkins.
Mr. Jenkins is a world renowned cheese monger and has been awarded, among other high cheese honors, membership into France’s 800-year-old Guilde de St. Uguzon (yes, they actually have a cheese award that is essentially 4 times older than our country itself) and inducted into the honorary Chevalier du Taste-Fromage. (This is significant because the French love cheese almost as much as I do.) He has written books on the food industry and one honoring the creamy wonder itself, entitled, “Cheese Primer”. I guess you could call him, well, “The Big Cheese”. (Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I went there:-). He also happens to work in New York.
Coincidentally, I was in NY for a few days and decided that I must find Mr. Jenkins and secure his autograph on a copy of his book. But how would I ever find The Big Cheese in The Big Apple? Like any good stalker, I look him up on google. First, I begin by searching for the “Modern Marvels” episode that featured cheese. Easy. You Tube. Then, I fast forwarded to the part where I first saw Mr. Jenkins and found a mention of his place of business. For 30 years he has been working at Fairway Market, of which there are four in the NY City area. How do I know which one to search? (I look deeper into google. It knows pretty much everything). I found a certain video interview with Mr. Jenkins at the Upper West Side location and thought, “I have it! You can’t hide from me cheese genius!”. So like any good girl scout (of which I was not an actual member) , I checked before I trekked. I call the Upper West Side location:
“Fairway Market. This is Sharisse. How may I help you?”
“Uh, Hey Sharisse. Do you guys carry ‘A Cheese Primer’ by, Steve Jenkins?”
“Yes we do.”
(Very coolly I add,)
“Um, is Mr. Jenkins working today?”
“He works at the uptown location.”
“Thank you.”
I’m so excited that I hang up without realizing that I don’t know where the uptown store is actually located:
“Fairway Market. This is Sharisse. How may I help you?”
“Uh, Hey Sharisse. Me again. (Try to act natural). Um, where exactly IS the uptown location?”
“12th Ave and 130th St.”
“Thank you.”
For the next 2 minutes I scramble online to find the uptown location’s address and phone number. Bingo! It’s listed, not under “uptown location” but rather “Harlem” location. I call the Harlem location:
“Fairway Market. This is Michelle. How may I help you?”
“Hey Michelle, do you carry the book, ‘A Cheese Primer’ by, Steve Jenkins?”
“Hold on let me check.”
“Sure.” (Breath. Remember to breath. I feel like I am breaking into the Pentagon or something. Like I have some huge secret that no one else knows).
“Yes, we have it over next to the cheese department.”
(Gulp).
“Is Mr. Jenkins working today?”
“Hold on, let me check.”
“Of course.” (Tick Tock)
“Yes Ma’am, he’s here right now, but I don’t know how much longer he’ll be in the building”.
Shit! What was I going to do? Elvis was leaving the building at any moment. It was 10:38am and I had a conference call at 11! Decisions, decisions. I would not be thwarted! No! I would consider this an adventure and get his autograph one way or another. It may not be today, but at least I would take the chance, chart my route, maybe do a dry run, go to his department in the market and peruse the inventory so that I might possibly have an intelligent question to ask him. You know, the usual stalker modus operandi.
So, on to Google Maps I went. This thing is genius in the City! It gives you car routes, walking routes and most exciting for me, public transportation routes! Remember when I said this was the Harlem location? Well, let me tell you what I know about Harlem: The Globe Trotters and The Clinton’s. That’s it. Though the subway route seemed pretty straightforward, considering the time, my cheese monger’s eminent departure at any moment, and my own lack of knowledge of the area, I decided not to risk wasting a trip in possibly missing him and postponed my visit until the next day. This is where I found my accomplice: Carolina.
Carolina is a New Yorker via Argentina. She is also a friend of mine and, at dinner, when I told her of my cheese loving plans, she most assuredly informed me that I would not be taking the train nor even a taxi to the market. No, she would drive me herself. She was free after 11am. Oh God, would Steve still be there after 11? (I feel at this point that I can call him Steve. Not to his face, of course. But you and I can talk about him intimately that way.) Only time would tell.
The big day. I wake up early. (8:15 is early for musicians). I go to the gym. I come back to my room. I take a shower. I patiently wait til 10:30 since I know I don’t have a ride until 11:00 at the earliest. I call the market:
“Fairway Market. This is Angela. How may I help you?”
“Hey Angela, is Steve Jenkins working today? I believe he’d be in the cheese department.”
“You want the cheese department?”
“However you feel is best to check.” (I’m too nervous to realize that this statement is probably annoying.)
Pause
Male Voice Answers:
“Hello”
At this point, I am a wreck. Totally off guard. Supremely unprepared. Completely taken by surprise.
“Hello, um, is this Mr. Steve Jenkins?”
“This is he.”
(The Virgo in me shivers with joy at his usage of correct grammar.)
“Hello Mr. Jenkins. My name is Jennifer and I was wondering if you will be working for the next hour because I am a big fan of yours and would love to come to the store and get your autograph.” Breath.
“Yea, I’ll be here. Come on over. Just have the floor manager call me and I’ll come down.”
Down? Down from where? The creamy gates of Cheese Heaven? The milky halls of the Lovely Land of Lactose? The velvety mountains of Munster and Manchego?
I immediately go into the execution phase of this plan. I call Carolina who, already this morning, has had parent/teacher conferences for both her children. Hell-of-a way to start a day, so I’m sure she is bursting at the seams to schlep my ass up town to get the autograph of my Roquefort Rockstar. None-the-less she graciously tells me to meet her in 30 min. I throw on some clothes in a frenzy and grab a cab to meet her. We hop in her car and speed up the Westside Highway til we arrive at our destiny, I mean, destination.
We park. There are three buildings with Fairway Market painted on them. My palms are sweating. Which one houses my Havarti Hero? (Is the alliteration starting to kill you at this point? Sorry, sometimes I’m a little……”Cheesy”. Ha! I’m on a roll). After a while of wondering around, freezing, searching for a door, someone takes pity on us and tells us to go around the other side of the third building. We walk in.
It’s really beautiful. Because it’s New York, they have to use every inch of space. Potatoes and onions stacked in high mountains. Bags of pasta, piled to the ceiling. (I have a love of grocery stores and markets because I grew up hanging out and working at my grandparent’s mom-n-pop grocery, outside my hometown. Well stocked shelves, in perfect order, bring a deep sense of accomplishment, comfort and nostalgia.) We make our way back to the cheese department. It is divine. We could have closed our eyes and smelled our way there.
To the Counter Rep:
“Hello. Would you please call Mr. Jenkins and ask him to come down?”
“Does he know you’re coming?”
Proudly, “Yes.”
“What is your name?”
“Jennifer”
I was afraid that he was going to ask for the password or require me to answer a riddle like, “what is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow” or something. But he didn’t. He got on his sweet walky-talky phone and called Steve. In the meantime, I grab two copies of Steve’s book “Cheese Primer” and clutch them to my chest as if they were the last two cigarettes in the world and I’m surrounded by angry, jonesing smokers in one of those horrible, airport, smoking lounges. (Grossest concept on the planet and when I walk by them I want to distribute iron lungs to everyone. But I digress….)
Steve appears at the end of an aisle. Precious. Salty. Casually confident. This is his power place. His Coliseum and he is The Gladiator of Gouda. The floor man shouts, “Steve!”. He turns, we make eye contact. I decide waving as if I know him is the appropriate reaction. He comes over and I reach out my hand.
“Hey Steve. I’m Jennifer. So nice to meet you!”
And you know what he says? He says,
“Wow! I didn’t know you were a dish! I thought you would be an old lady!”
I blush and am ecstatic! One: that he thought I was a dish. Two: that I have old lady hobbies.
My friend Carolina, as if right on cue, says to me, “How did you know to find him here?”
I proudly say, “Because I stalked him Carolina!”. I so wanted him to hear this.
Then I realize, oh god, I don’t have a pen!!! Me. A woman who is constantly signing things as part of my job. Me. Who gets pissed at the audacity of the airport ebay-ers if they dare not bring their own sharpie. How could I not think of this!!!!! Not to worry! Steve requests the sword of the floor man working behind the counter.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I stand, paused between foodie obscurity and cheese monger infamy. Steve opens the book and writes, “This is Jennifer’s Book. NO LOANING OUT! Signed, Steve Jenkins”. I thank him profusely and as he turns to leave he says, “Come to me for any of your food needs.”…….. Angels sing. Life is good. I have stalked the cheese monger and it paid.
For now, I sit writing this on my blackberry, at a coffee shop somewhere on Broome St. I’m trying to decide on my next “old lady hobby” adventure. Maybe artisanal crochet yarn. Maybe the beginning of a collection of Precious Moments figurines. Today, the cheese monger. Tomorrow, moo knows?
You wrote this all on a Blackberry? That’s some serious dedication to blogging!
this woman makes me laugh! love it!
O-M-G, you sound EXACTLY like me! Will you be my Steve Jenkins?
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Absolutely LOVE this Jennifer! Well written and all the alliterations are great! Not cheesy at all! LOL What we really want to know is what is your FAVORITE cheese! Mine personally is Gouda! Can’t wait for the next blog! Tammy
“Down? Down from where? The creamy gates of Cheese Heaven? The milky halls of the Lovely Land of Lactose? The velvety mountains of Munster and Manchego”?
Where does this woman get her material? ROTFL, that part right there is priceless! Enough said? I think so.
x 1,000 Jennifer.
so funny! I’m totally the same way about cheese! while you are in NY or if you go into the other 22 states… where TRADER JOE’s is… check out their cheese department. It is heaven in the form of Brie! I would have done the same thing!
hahaha!!! Jenn you always have the best stories!!!! & i love cheese too! You just made my day sooooo much better! & I’m so happy you got your autograph!
Damn, I love cheese and I love that Steve Jenkins is cool enough to use the word dish. This is the best thing I have read in a long time. AWESOME.
As a fellow cheese lover and NYC resident, I find this story inspiring (And hilarious)!
I may have to make a Fairway run myself one of these days.
Now you know how we feel! lol And I’ll for sure make sure I have my own Sharpie with me if/when I ever meet you!
xoxo
HAHAHAHA Jennifer you rock!
You can’t make this stuff up ROFL!!!!!!! WOW is this HI-larious Jennifer u should like write a book It would be soo funny! i look foward to your next blog! When i meet you * Some day!* i will bring you a block of cheese ” So mention your fav kind of cheese!!
You totally crack me up! I love it! I also have a crazy cheese obsession, so I can totally relate. Lightened up my afternoon. . .
Loved this blog Jennifer,can’t wait for your first book to be published,it’ll have to be autographed of course ! I would like to present to you the first ever Award in http://twitpic.com/11dvx3
Oh how you just brighten up my day, Jennifer!!! You are so hilarious and very well versed….I enjoy reading everything you write…you should write a book….and I would like it autographed….I will bring my own Sharpie and will bring extra ones for you to have too!
Keep blogging!!! Have a great day! *Terri*
“I was afraid that he was going to ask for the password or require me to answer a riddle like, “what is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow” or something.”
Afraid? I’m sure you would obviously know the response would be: “What do you mean, an african or a european swallow?” and if you really know ur python…”11 m/s”…but then again african swallows are non-migratory aren’t they?
What a great story to read right after I finished milking those bovine beauties this afternoon! I work on a dairy farm, some of our milk gets made into Cabott cheese. I love cheese too, it’s required for my job
. The coolest place to get the best cheese is at the World Dairy Expo in Madison, Wisconsion held the first part of October. There’s a hall of cheese–one whole huge room full of cheese venders from the cheesehead capitol. If you’re ever around then that time of year, it’s worth stopping in!
OMG! This is freakin hilarious!!!! The way you tell a story had me laughing my ass off!!!! IF by some miracle of chance, I happen across your path and get to meet you and Kristian, please forgive me if I act the same way!!!!!!! I would be as completely star struck as you were!!! Thanks for sharing such a great story!!
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This is a great story, I love it! Considering you love cheese so much, i recommend you come to Vermont (my home state) and try their Cabot Cheese…It’s the all time best. And if by an chance i happen to ever meet you, i apologize if i don’t have my own pen on me. I will probably act just as starstruck as you did with this man!
Damn, girl. Beautiful. Great voice. Cheesy sense of humor. And you know about estimating the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. I am deeply in swoon. If you only had a thing for tall funny-looking older guys, well, there could be a future here.
Ah well.
why is that when jennifer nettles stalks someone its hilarious and not creepy??? Probably because she is a “dish”!!! Lmao
Loved the story!
First of all that’s impressive that you wrote that all on your blackberry! Second I LOVE CHEESE AS WELL! I’m from Wisconsin and I’m pretty sure it’s a sin to not love cheese! If you had to pick what is your favorite cheese or cheese dish??????? And I will be thanking Google for getting me through college because it really does know it all!!!!!! Love the story & Keep blogging!!!!
Ohhh, Jennifer, I loved this!!!
We go to the Adirondacks in Upstate NY every summer for vacation. There is a farm there, where they raise goats in a natural, healthy way, and the goats graze on all kinds of delicious greens and bracken that grow in the meadows. Then they make THE MOST AMAZING goat cheese from their milk. And the name of the farm (and the cheese) is…wait for it…NETTLE MEADOW! You could be their spokesperson! Jennifer Nettles endorses Nettle Meadow! And I bet they would give you a lifetime supply of cheese!
Beautiful! Oh, Jennifer, there seems to be nothing you cannot do, and you do it all so brilliantly! This is very clever writing, and fans always love their heroes sharing themselves in this way. Yes, though you seem larger than life to so many, it is wonderful to hear you express feelings and relate life experiences with such a warm, personal tone. It is the expression of a beautiful and truly gifted spirit. Thanks for bringing so much joy to so many people – may God bless you and keep you always.
Ok Jen (since in my little world we are BFF’s), this is so totally something that i would do!! I work with a girl that you grew up with, and she thinks that I am a little crazy because I would do this exact thing to you! I would try to act so cool, but would be going nuts inside! So, if you are ever in Newnan, Ga and are in need of a BFF, let me know!
However, I can’t say that I love cheese as much as you do. This is a wonderful story though! Thanks for sharing!
JENNIFER!!!!! this right here is exactly why we love you!! please keep posting your whereabouts; i thought the ice skating one was funny, this is just hysterical. it shows your a real, genuine person. we love you!!!!
That is one of the funniest things I’ve read! Being a Network Admin – I’m very impressed you typed all that on your Blackberry! And playing off what Blain said above, I wish you had a thing for average looking women!
this yet again reminds me why i love jennifer:) and it also reminds me what a good writer she is. i thought you couldn’t top the ice skating story Jen, but you ALWAYS surprise me!
(The Virgos gots to have are Cheese! Shes a Virgo Im a vVrgo, some other people are Virgos.. lol) Hahaha I laughed so hard when I read this, how does she coem up with some of the things she says and do, I mean I would do that too but wow
But thats why we love Jennifer!! ~Taylor
What a great story!! that mr. jenkins is one lucky guy!! Jenn, you are a lady and a scholar, great writing, I couldn’t stop reading!! Can’t wait to see the new tour!!
Well, well,
As if hearing about your attempt to skate wasn’t funny enough, here you are with a yet another hilarious adventure!!
I mean to come out and express your devout obsession with fromage in itself is quite the accomplishment. The constant craving of the taste of Brie or Gouda or Roquefort (almost like a requiem for Roquefort!!) has to be quite a burden on your beautiful soul……The constant yearning, the wanting moooo-re and moooo-re fromage; the dreams of swimming in cottage cheese; the longing to be alone with Provalone; to be in bliss with Baby Swiss! How do you cope?
I’m going out on a limb here and assuming you feel quite the attachment to all the bovines of the world that provide you with the fruit of your sweet (well more like sour and smelly) addiction! ?!
I can only begin to imagine your sense of excitement and thrill from meeting the one person who can probably relate to your sense of well being with cheese. That person who gets you, who understands to what length you went to so as to grasp at… and satisfy your Camembert desires and not be worried by the means it took to get there!
I’m happy you’ve acquired the book from Mr. Jenkins and am sure you cherish the fact that he personally signed it. It’ll be something you can tote around in your granny sac and brag about when you venture off with the seniors at a game of lawn bowling!!!
Alas, I must confess, I am a French woman and have therefore fallen of the Havarti wagon a time or two myself!! And I have the feta scars to prove it!!
“Oh to be one with Brie, how I wish for thee, both for you and for me!”
Stay true and stay connected to the ones who bring you to where you are right today; i.e. yourself, your family/friends and your fans!
Amazed…..at the amusement and joy you bring to me with your personal stories.
WOW, You have a Blackberry! Can I have it when you get an upgrade?
This sounds a bit like the plot of All About Steve. Even the name of who you’re stalking is the same.
I hope you wore bright red boots when you met him.
Love these insights into your everyday life!! I would have loved to see your face light up in that beautiful smile when Steve signed your book! Do you have a cheese monger/Steve shrine in the bus? I’ll be bringing something for you to sign to Prim, Nevada…opening night of the tour. Just bought my tickets- on the floor, WOOOTWOOT!! Hopefully I will have something to add to my Sugarland shrine! I will bring you the Costco pack of Sharpies! It made my night last night to read your great blog and have the tour dates announced! My husband and I will definitely have to bring the stinky cheese, crackers and wine for the pre-concert party! We love glouchester, double cream gouda and Stilton. I would love to go on the cheese tour with you anytime! Or maybe chocolate for your next adventure… L.A. Burdick handmade chocolates are fantastic, you should try a covert operation next time you are in NY!
I’m so glad that “normal” people stalk too. My husband thinks I might be your clone, except when I sing, our hounds bay. It’s not quite the same effect as you draw, but I think they do have some love on the inside though…
I had a similar incident one time, except it was an inadvertant stalking. I worked in a small town in Virginia, in it’s civic center at night, after everyone else was gone, so normally, I went for hours without seeing anyone. Well, one summer night, as I was leaving work, I noticed a lot of cars in the parking lot, but I didn’t think much about it, and went on home for dinner (cereal and a Snickers). I’d changed into my orange and black Halloween “cat” pajama bottoms and a red “8″ (Dale Junior) tank top that my husband had bought to harass me for not liking Nascar, and I was enjoying the fact that the twins were asleep and the baby wasn’t crying. When all of the sudden I remembered that my friend Dave (a reporter) had asked me to feed his story from our news bureau (in the Civic Center) back to the main news station for the 11pm newscast, and it was a quarter ’til! I threw down my cereal bowl (held on to the Snickers though), slapped on some flip flops, bolted out the door,and hopped in my car. I did make it back to our office in time to feed his story over and it didn’t “miss slot.” Relieved, I walked back to my car, and it was then that it happened.
The parking lot was bustling with people… And it was only then that I looked up on the giant lighted sign above the parking lot. “Merle Haggard. Tonight. 8pm.”. Suddenly the crowd made sense to me, but I did feel a wee bit sheepish, walking around in cat pajamas, with all those people there, but “Oh well, I don’t know anybody here anyway,” I thought.
I noticed two giant tour busses between my car and where I was walking. They were idling. A small, dark stranger stepped off one bus and walked up into the other. As I walked closer, on the way to my car, the stranger stepped off the 2nd bus, carrying a box of Wheat Thins. He was headed straight for me, on his way back to the other bus. It was Merle Haggard himself. My eyes darted around, trying to figure an alternate way back to my car, but any sudden change of course would have been too obvious, so I kept on my path, and tried to pretend I was dressed like everyone else. As we passed, his eyes met mine, and I mustered a courtesy grin. He nodded, and then smirked as the tour bus lights illuminated my cat pajamas. And thus wrapped up the night the king of Outlaw Country saw me in my pajamas.
I’d always figured Merle as more of a Triscuit man…
If you ever get your hands on an 80’s Australia book called “Widcombe’s Cheese Board” by Richard Widcombe your life will be sweet and complete. My dad found me one at a charity shop and I’ll treasure it forever. Oh, and a hint for all lover’s of soft cheese. A camembert should be eaten close to or a little after it’s use by date. So you need to plan your camembert eating about three weeks in advance because you usually can’t buy one that is nearly out of date. Oh, so excited. Think I might dig it out and read it again.
OMG Miss Jennifer. Your story telling is as fantastic as your music but, then again…..what are lyrics if not great story telling.
Jennifer, you are my hero! I admire your love of life and your sense of humor about it all. Let’s not forget your appreciation of good cheese, proper grammar, and Monty Python’s Holy Grail! (African or European?)
May I suggest a good Greek Kasseri for snacking and grated Kefalotyri on pasta dribbled with olive oil? Delicious! Of course, there’s always Feta but the taste of Feta varies by region. Call me biased but my favorite is the Feta of my father’s home island of Kefalonia. It’s delightfully sharp for a Feta.
Thank you for the smiles! You’re the best!
Anastasia, fellow cheese lover and Anthropology major
Jennifer, it’s SO comforting to know that you are just as “normal” & twisted as the rest of us!! You really get it. God love ya!! Let’s not leave out the extra points you get for spelling and punctuation… ON A BLACKBERRY!
That’s precious…
Funny, when you say you were stalking the cheese-man I pictured you with a long black over-coat, hat pulled down to the top rim of a pair of dark sun glasses, peaking around a corner then diving and rolling into the cheese store exclaiming, “Aa-ha !!”. (Likely causing someone to soil something)
I must say, though, I never figured you for one who would have any cheese-related difficulty.
I am glad you followed through with your plan to find the cheese monger, Ms. Nettles. People don’t have any cheese role models these days. That’s what’s wrong with this world…
- M
Ps. Became a fan last year. Thanks to my beautiful wife.
Love your work. I believe your words and voice echo a certain beautiful, timeless, soul-satisfying essence which before you found it was, but was hidden from both men and angels…
Thank you for capturing that and sharing it with us.
Clearly God has blessed you.
Keep up the good work…
God bless and keep you and yours, always.
funny.
Jennifer I have a fabulous recommendation for you!!! Im guessing you’ve never heard of Nugget Markets, am I right? Well Its a family owned grocery store in Norcal (based in Woodland, Ca) and its absolutly the best store ever! We have 12 stores total…so a very small company but we are doing BIG things! It was recently announced that we were #5 on Fortune’s Top 100 companies to work for list in the nation (Google being #4 of course)!!!! Your going to love this…..every store has their own specialty cheese department, yes I said it! They also have a specialty cheese expert (a know it all of cheese)!!! Next time your in Cali I highly recommend you checking anyone of these stores out! We are also on the web at nuggetmarket.com! Love you guys, can’t wait to see you on the road again, your amazing!!! Heather!
I can’t believe you wrote that on a blackberry! Please don’t go collecting Precious Moments figurines, though…
Ok I have an idea. lets look at some of the benefits of cheese.It contains vitamin B , Zinc, Calcium and Phosphorus. Its also high in protein.
So eating cheese in moderate amounts will built stong bones & teeth, normalize blood pressure and reduce hypertension, strengthen the liver
and best of all reduce belly fat,. The protein in cheese will make you feel fuller quicker and speed up your metabolism.
So I see this as a HUGE OPPORTUNITY for the Dairy Industry to hire Jennifer as their Spokes Person. So Jennifier get your manger a steppen.
Now for the really great news ,with the extra money you will make from this you won’t have to waite for an upgrade and can go buy a Druid
and send me the blackberry.
Yes your post is most excellant, but for some one who wrote stay , this must be mere child play for you.
I got so excited when I read that Steve was at Fairway’s uptown location – I live 2 blocks from the Upper West Side location. But now I have to make a trip to Harlem! So be it. I’ve been wanting some Dinosaur BBQ anyway. Thanks for another extremely enteraining blog! I think my neighbors all heard me guffawing (that word just isn’t used enough anymore, don’t you agree?). Long live the Cheese King!