Wednesday, January 01, 2003

Happy New Year.

By popular request, how Joe saved my family's Christmas.
My one aunt spent most of her life working in the foreign service, and thus she's one of those people for whom everything is better when it comes from somewhere else. For the past few Christmases, she's been questing for a very particular type of cheese for the holiday season. One of her friends in the foreign service had sent he a wheel of this for Christmas for several years, but since he usual method of getting it via her daughter has dried up, there's no guarantee that the cheese would come. S'anyway, on the Saturday before Christmas, Joe accompanied my mother and myself to the Strip District (okay, stop snickering, it's the name for the strip of land along the river where the food warehouses in Pittsburgh are.) While walking around, and picking up the odd gifts (teas, dried fruit, nuts) and Christmas dinner, Joe happened upon a store that was selling Leiden cheese. Now, we've been going down to the strip for years, and have never run across the magic cheese. Joe ducks in a store because it's too cold, and he find it in two minutes. To add to the disturbance in the force, at the next location, Joe finds it again. We now nominate for him the title: Finder of Lost Cheeses.

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