Blue Orchid
I have a new love in my life. Met and tasted only yesterday and already a fixation in my dreams last night. That is, Blue Orchid - the most exquisite creamy blue cheese I have ever tasted. In fact, my new favourite cheese. Nay, my new favourite food stuff. Nay, my new favourite - love. Oh my.
So I started my new job at the cheese shop on Tuesday and by Saturday was starting to enjoy it. Working with another Esther is fun (one more for the collection!). But it's busy and kinda full on and I've never done the food-handling-being-on-your-feet-all-day thing. Well, let's just say it took me a while to feel the love.
I started with the Havati. Danish, creamy, quite nice. Kate (housemate) loved it. Then I tried some tasties/cheddars: Victorian Vintage (nice and sharp) and a club cheddar, Tilba (nuttier flavour, I prefered the Vic Vintage). Then before my shift on Saturday, Martin (other housemate) put in a request in for some blue cheeses, gave me $10 to go blue crazy. And all day long all I heard was people raving about the Blue Orchid. I even gave a couple of customers a sample of it (this being before I myself had tried some) and they swooned, the man saying all he needed was this cheese and a bottle of shiraz and he'd be set. So it's blue; I had Martin's money burning a hole in, well, my wallet; so I think, ok, Blue Orchid - I'll try some. And to 'compare and contrast': some King Island Roaring Fourties Blue. Plus staff discount. Nicey nicey, all set to rock, as they say, n'roll.
Some of you may have heard me speak of the pillar of my existance, the things that hold me up, keep me going when times are rough, shine light on the darkness of being young and free in Australia in the 21st century. You might have heard me say brie was one pillar, cheese (in general) another pillar, tiramisu a third... But all these are null and void now. I have only one pillar and it is Blue Orchid. Only one addiction. Only one vice. Only one obsession (sorry, Mr Bowie). Can I survive until my next shift on the small piece I got yesterday? Can I spend all my money on just this one cheese? Can the colour blue ever mean anything else? I tell you, I am a changed woman.
So, youse'all should come down to the Vic Market, shop's called Curds and Whey, and I'll fix you up with some too.
posted by Esther @ 6:14:00 pm
10 comments
10 Comments:
is this all actully some sort of marketing scheme fot your new place of employment?
is blue orchid actually just some cheese your shop accidentally over ordered that is nearing expiry and has to be moved asap?
have you decided to move into advertising?
for not fot
actually, no. just me being a weird freak. if there is a surplus of blue orchid i will buy/eat IT ALL! but perhaps i am trying to get a few familiar faces in the crowds/customers apart from young jonathan/rachel. so if youse guys wanna drop by ... ha ha ha. did i mention it comes in pretty blue wax?! missing you and jealous of your warm weather - my fingers are cold but my lap is nicely tabby-warmed.
I want cheese, please,
Or my knees will freeze,
Like peas, not keys,
Jeez, Louise,
I want cheese, please.
dani-Beth
cheese, yes, i want too
cheese, i say, not poo
if it indeed makes you swoo
n, then i'll swoon too
cheese, i wants it precious. blue.
my poem is so much worser than his.
also, when you say "another one for the collection" do you mean the collection of friends or the collection of body parts stuffed under your house?
whoops, was i meant to mention that in public?
are you and dani-b having a cheese-poem-off?
ps
cheese in saigon is so crap
oh so awful
oh
yuk
oh julia and i have had our worlds rocked:
we are in siem reap, cambodia
and today
we went to angkor wat
and we also
went to the caltex down the road
and they sell
COON TASTY CHEESE
oh we were so excited (but couldn't purchase because we have no kitchen and don't fancy carrying half a block of sweaty cheese in our packs to phnom penh tomorrow)
cheese that is not plastic! YAY!
ha! your poems are brill... more MORE! mmm, cheese. ok, a poem of my own:
cheese cheese
mmm cheese
more please
yes cheese
oh cheese
cheese cheese
hmmm, do you like the way i rhymed 'cheese' with 'cheese'? yes, i AM talented in more than one facet. speaking of which, i need to develop arm muscles in order to better cut the parmasen (sp?) which is like frikkin' hard and difficult to cut, especially cut *straight*. and no one wants bent parma - apparently.
you are going to be a tank (a term introduced to me by my sister referring to someone with well developed muscles) when we get back what with all this parma action.
i like the rhyming of "cheese" with "cheese". you come from a well respected line of lyricists:
avril: "he was a sk8r BOI, she said see ya l8r BOI"
james-y: "you're beautiful it's TRUE i saw your FACE in a crowded PLACE and i don't know what to DO coz i'll never be with YOU"... this rhyming scheme would not be so "brilliant" if it wasn't for the fac tthat he actually seems to emphasise the words as i've written them here...
i think we could adapt them: he was a sk8r CHEESE, she said see ya l8r CHEESE
and
you're beautiful it's CHEESE i saw your CHEESE in a crowded CHEESE and i don't know what to CHEESE coz i'll never be with CHEESE.
woddaya think?
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