So my co-blogger Mike went to “Sweden” and he brought me back a special gift. Can you guess what it was? Think about it. What is “Sweden” renowned for?
He came by last week and brought it to me. And has been bugging me ever since – Have I tasted it? What did I think of it? When am I going to write about it? Have I seen Dobson’s first video on Whisker Patrol?
So after I finished rolling my eyes at him, I promised I would try the cheese. I’m going to be totally honest, it took me nearly a week to try this cheese because I was afraid of it.
Yes, afraid. Because I don’t know what the hell it is.
Why else is there a flower on there? I pondered that all week. I mulled. I reflected. I considered.
And then I figured it was either the cavorting thing or it said that there is a 17% chance that I will die from eating this cheese within 12 minutes and spend the rest of eternity pushing up daisies.
But then Mike got snippy with me, so I ate some. A sliver. With two spinach and garlic Wheat Thins.
So Mike, you can stop nagging me. I had some. And for the moment, I’ll admit it was good. But if I wake up dead tomorrow, I’m not talking to you for a really long time.