Somehow, I don't think Joe Tyler was expecting this thread to reach three pages. I sure as hell wasn't.
I'm am absolutely AWFUL at accepting compliments of any kind. Like, it's seriously one of my biggest character flaws. I always feel like if you say something in response, or return, that maybe you're being too proud, or self-centered... or whatever. I'm just not good at accepting compliments. So please believe I would never have expected folks to have much to say on this thread. And thanks again to everyone who did.
I wasn't. I sometimes forget I'm here when I using tabs and/or walk away from the computer.
Fonkyman said:
Somehow I mixed him up with a bisexual woman in a thread and thought he was a she for a while.
And I told you...
Fonkyman said:
Then 'she' started posting blinding tunes and I thought this bird really knows her shit and has good taste. Turns out he's not a she after all but he did confess to being lesbian. Having lesbian tendancies myself as a hetero man I approve wholeheartedly.
We have much in common. I never intended to stop with the choons, but life got a little busy.
Fonkyman said:
He seems a bit mad (In a good way), intelligent and a comes with a peace, love and unity attitude. Sounds like a goodun to me.
Completely mad (in a good way), only a little bit intelligent, and I wish I could keep the PLUR at the surface more than I do, but I'm trying. Thanks again.
I don't know Cerebus nor have I ever seen a pic, but I figure he's a cool dood. Major plus for living on the West Coast. Maybe we can cross paths at a ballgame someday. (Meant to be taken in a non-stalkerish kinda way).
Maybe I like being stalked. .... wait... no I don't! And West SiiIIIIIIde!
I have a new found addiction to the Long Red Macaroni sweet red pepper...
I have started some black rose from seed this week... pray for me I don't kill them.
That pepper sounds great. I want to roast one on the bbq.
I'll keep your black roses in my thoughts. I don't mess with roses, just head over to the Oakland rose garden and look at all those. I'm lazy with flowers. I want to plant, water and watch.
A rational, highly intelligent fellow who appears to be able to cook his toukas off.
Thanks Ottensen. I've always thought you were the same. But man, I don't feel rational most of the time. Far from it. And I'm pretty sure (like, positive) that my intelligence rides just above the average line. Cooking my toukas off, though? Heck yeah! That I can do.
For all the shit we've given each other (which is a lot), and really, sometimes I'm not sure if we really do like each other , I hope you know that I have a huge amount of respect for you as a human being. For reals.
And cheese?! Shooooot. More on that in a second...
When it comes to Creebus and cheese, this image is more accurate than you know.
Yeah, like, SERIOUSLY! I don't wear sweater vests, but I'm sure I've had that exact expression and posture while looking at a cheese counter MANY times! I found a new cheese recently, just in the last few weeks, that I absolutely LOVED. It was an aged hard cheese that fell somewhere in between a good parmesan and saenkanter (my all time favorite). It was slightly sharp and nutty, with some good crystals in it. Wonderful grated on pretty much EVERYTHING, shaved super thin and eaten by itself, on crackers, with honey and with fruit. But I didn't write it down in my cheese journal (yes, I have a cheese journal) and I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NAME OF IT! It's REALLY been bothering me. Worst part is, I'm not sure where I got it. I think it may have been at the Grocery Outlet, which means they may never have it again.
For all the shit we've given each other (which is a lot), and really, sometimes I'm not sure if we really do like each other , I hope you know that I have a huge amount of respect for you as a human being. For reals.
And cheese?! Shooooot. More on that in a second...
Oh, I like you plenty. You've had a kind word for me in other places (that shall remain nameless) when I really needed it. I don't forget that kind of thing.
We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves.
When it comes to Creebus and cheese, this image is more accurate than you know.
Yeah, like, SERIOUSLY! I don't wear sweater vests, but I'm sure I've had that exact expression and posture while looking at a cheese counter MANY times! I found a new cheese recently, just in the last few weeks, that I absolutely LOVED. It was an aged hard cheese that fell somewhere in between a good parmesan and saenkanter (my all time favorite). It was slightly sharp and nutty, with some good crystals in it. Wonderful grated on pretty much EVERYTHING, shaved super thin and eaten by itself, on crackers, with honey and with fruit. But I didn't write it down in my cheese journal (yes, I have a cheese journal) and I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NAME OF IT! It's REALLY been bothering me. Worst part is, I'm not sure where I got it. I think it may have been at the Grocery Outlet, which means they may never have it again.
Okay, now you're scaring me.
We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves.
Yeah, like, SERIOUSLY! I don't wear sweater vests, but I'm sure I've had that exact expression and posture while looking at a cheese counter MANY times! I found a new cheese recently, just in the last few weeks, that I absolutely LOVED. It was an aged hard cheese that fell somewhere in between a good parmesan and saenkanter (my all time favorite). It was slightly sharp and nutty, with some good crystals in it. Wonderful grated on pretty much EVERYTHING, shaved super thin and eaten by itself, on crackers, with honey and with fruit. But I didn't write it down in my cheese journal (yes, I have a cheese journal) and I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NAME OF IT! It's REALLY been bothering me. Worst part is, I'm not sure where I got it. I think it may have been at the Grocery Outlet, which means they may never have it again.
Okay, now you're scaring me.
Well how else are you supposed to keep track of all the cheese you've tried?! I know I've tried at least 300 different cheeses when you take into account type and maker, probably closer to 400. I only wish I'd known ahead of time that I was supposed to separate them by hard/soft and cow/goat.
I also have a beer journal (and I got that idea from a girlfriend who had a wine journal), although I don't use it anymore because I rarely drink. But from 1992 through the early 2000s I used it regularly. Keep meaning to type it up, because I wrote down thoughts on a lot of beers and brewers that no longer exist, as well as some early batches of beers that are now very popular. Too many ideas, too little time.
Somehow, I don't think Joe Tyler was expecting this thread to reach three pages. I sure as hell wasn't.
I'm am absolutely AWFUL at accepting compliments of any kind. Like, it's seriously one of my biggest character flaws. I always feel like if you say something in response, or return, that maybe you're being too proud, or self-centered... or whatever. I'm just not good at accepting compliments. So please believe I would never have expected folks to have much to say on this thread. And thanks again to everyone who did.
Yeah, like, SERIOUSLY! I don't wear sweater vests, but I'm sure I've had that exact expression and posture while looking at a cheese counter MANY times! I found a new cheese recently, just in the last few weeks, that I absolutely LOVED. It was an aged hard cheese that fell somewhere in between a good parmesan and saenkanter (my all time favorite). It was slightly sharp and nutty, with some good crystals in it. Wonderful grated on pretty much EVERYTHING, shaved super thin and eaten by itself, on crackers, with honey and with fruit. But I didn't write it down in my cheese journal (yes, I have a cheese journal) and I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NAME OF IT! It's REALLY been bothering me. Worst part is, I'm not sure where I got it. I think it may have been at the Grocery Outlet, which means they may never have it again.
We have much in common. I never intended to stop with the choons, but life got a little busy.
Completely mad (in a good way), only a little bit intelligent, and I wish I could keep the PLUR at the surface more than I do, but I'm trying. Thanks again.
Air Liquide, Autechre, Aphex, FSOL? You're alright by me. Not easy keepin PLUR in this day and age.
Somehow, I don't think Joe Tyler was expecting this thread to reach three pages. I sure as hell wasn't.
I'm am absolutely AWFUL at accepting compliments of any kind. Like, it's seriously one of my biggest character flaws. I always feel like if you say something in response, or return, that maybe you're being too proud, or self-centered... or whatever. I'm just not good at accepting compliments. So please believe I would never have expected folks to have much to say on this thread. And thanks again to everyone who did.
See? Just like Sears, Cerebus has a Softer Side
He's snuggles the bear:
99.9% of everything I say is strictly for my own entertainment
Yeah, it's weird that way. When I first discovered it (at a Whole Foods) and fell in love about decade ago, almost nobody else had heard of it and even fewer people carried it. I didn't find out until just a couple years ago that there really isn't a cheese called 'Saenkanter'. But if you do find it over here now, that's what it's called. And now lots of people know about it and it's a highly regarded and respected cheese. There really isn't anything else that tastes like it.
Somehow, I don't think Joe Tyler was expecting this thread to reach three pages. I sure as hell wasn't.
I'm am absolutely AWFUL at accepting compliments of any kind. Like, it's seriously one of my biggest character flaws. I always feel like if you say something in response, or return, that maybe you're being too proud, or self-centered... or whatever. I'm just not good at accepting compliments. So please believe I would never have expected folks to have much to say on this thread. And thanks again to everyone who did.
See? Just like Sears, Cerebus has a Softer Side
So glad you chose Sears instead of like, Charmin or something.
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We have much in common. I never intended to stop with the choons, but life got a little busy.
(Meant to be taken in a non-stalkerish kinda way). 
