When I felt like having some French goat cream cheese yesterday, I realized for the first time in my life how very white it is. I mean, it’s really white. Almost whiter than white. And that’s where it got tricky. When I put that ever so white cube on my white plate, plain white as white plates go, my eyes went blank, they had suddenly stopped transmitting any information, as if they were kind of snow-blinded. I would have needed sunglasses if hadn’t been already dark, we’re talking a late-night snack here… Anyway, I exchanged plates immediately and not only did I choose a very vivid pattern, hand-painted using a lot of turquoise ink, I also looked out for the red cheese cutlery I once bought in France. The morale of the story? It’s the boy scout’s motto: always be prepared.
Yeah! A new post!!! I’ve missed you! Oh and Mousey too 🙂
Loving the china you used and the red cheese knife too, but now I WANT goat cheese and you don’t get much here in New Zealand.
Hope you are having a lovely summer?
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Yes, thank you, the best ever actually! I hope NZ treats you well, too, besides that shortage of goat cheese…
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