My favorite moments at the farmers' markets are when people point to the plate from which they have just sampled and ask "Is that made from goat's cheese?"
"It is goat cheese," I say. At which point they blink at me, apparently unable to grasp the subtleties of my semantics. "It is all goat cheese."
Then they point to one of the flavored chevres, "Is that dip?"
No. But you are.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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ahhh, customer service, and its particulars.
That reminds me of that, um, not-so-smart-at-all guy I dated for a while who told us that his mom made the best cheese-ball. You and I looked at each other and, at the same time, said "we know".
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