The lonely cheese
In
a remote kitchen in the bitter dry hills of the Alps lived a chef and his
cheeses. There was an abundance cheeses ranging from cheddar to taleggeo. All
of the cheese was resting on the crackled wood of an old table waiting to be
carefully placed into a soup or sandwich. Throughout generations of cheese and
chef, they lived on in new recipes and creations.
The
provolones were always used; a single piece would never sit on the shelf for
more than a day. Every piece of cheese was used other than a lonely old piece
of cheddar. The cheddar was never needed for any soups or food that was being
made so he sat and waited for days on end.
A
week had past, and one by one his friends were talking about how they were
chosen for a fancy dish and how excited they were yet no interest was given to
him. He realized that change was needed, so he packed is wrapper and rolled out
of the restaurant.
For
a week, the poor cheese rolled down a huge mountain; fortunately he was
refrigerated and kept fresh by the chilling mountain air. As he approached the
bottom he waited for another two days until hikers finally found him. Luckily
they had crackers and the cheese was finally cleaned and eaten happily.
