Just to let you know what's coming, this weekend is family day weekend. My friend Lisa will probably bring a Gouda, an Emmental and a Camembert, and some put crackers in the middle of the island counter. And everyone will stand around and slice cheese with Tess' new knife and put it on a cracker. Now my mother said "Always at least try something, if you don't like it you don't have to take seconds.), so I will dutifully, keeping my mothers words in mind, try each one of them. Then I will probably have seconds of at least one of them, but there will be no Velveeta on the table. If that makes me a cheese snob then so be it.
Tess points out our friend Chris will bring Blue Cheese and a Bree.
But just for old Rupert's edification I'm thinking of interviewing Lisa using the video function on my K-3, and have her explain that she regularly eats at least 15 types of cheese, and that still doesn't make her a cheese snob.
My reputation hath been severely impugned ( or is that harpooned?) anyway, something like that. If I my having eaten 5 different cheeses in the last year makes me (in Rupert's eyes) a cheese snob, then I completely understand how a similar type of person could think Velveeta is cheese. I mean it does have cheese in it ( but then so do cheese sandwiches and cheese Soufflé and cheese omelettes, pizzas and a bazillion other things that have a bit of cheese in them. It's called Velveeta for a reason, because legally they can't call it cheese. In this some case, I choose to be a law abiding citizen... when it suits me...
I rest my case.