For the first week, it was a dream. He hosted a "Horizontal Tasting" where friends shaved off shards of nutty, crystalline gold. He made fondues that could coat a small sedan. He felt like a medieval king.
By week three, the "Cheese Fatigue" began. The kitchen constantly smelled like a locker room in the Swiss Alps. Every meal—breakfast eggs, lunch salads, even a desperate attempt at "Gruyère-crusted salmon"—tasted of the wheel. He started seeing the wheel in his dreams, rolling after him down dark alleyways. buy whole cheese wheels
Back home, the reality of the "Whole Wheel Lifestyle" set in. His refrigerator had to be gutted. The crisper drawers were sacrificed, and the milk was relegated to a side shelf to make room for the Great Gruyère. For the first week, it was a dream