Nov 12 2009
Gas mask cheese
Woke up at 4 am in California to take East Coast calls. Stumbling around pre-coffee in the dark in my mother-in-law’s Potrero Hill kitchen I grabbed a baguette and smeared some Cowgirl Creamery Red Hawk cheese on it.
I needed a gas mask. This stuff is seriously toxic (but good). Reminds me of a French Epoisse, the cheese that is reputedly banned from French public transportation. I am totally ruined for public consumption. Mere breath mints will not erase this issue. Now to figure out how to smuggle a few of these things back to Boston on Sunday without a) ruining my suitcase and its contents and b) setting off the nerve gas detectors at the security checkpoints.
Zip lock bags. Cheese geeks would argue for paper, but plastic will be OK for a few hours. At least you don’t have to mule it across international borders.