Remember right before your parents' parties, where any time you reached your hand out to something in the 'fridge, your mom shouted, "Don't touch that -- it's for Company!" ? (Man, I hated Company. They got all the good stuff - howcome we never got confetti pasta salad, or little parfait puddings?)
Well, right now my 'fridge is full of Cheeses of
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