My sister,
dawnshine, broke my heart on Tuesday. I'm only just now able to talk about it. I was in
Kowalski's, talking to her as I shopped for my thoroughly impressive pot luck contribution (sour cream, for those of you not following along as closely as all that), and decided to pick up a blob of cheese.
The
trista: I'm thinking Morbier, but possibly St Andre
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