I Are Back Like Arnold But With Cheese

 

Sorry for being away so long. Life had come between cheese and I, and thus I was absent from the webnets.

Today:

MONTAGNOLO AFFINE

!bellissimo!

A Place For Buy This Cheese

What a cracker! Only not a cracker, but cheese. People of the online world, I return to you with news of a cheese.

Molizza Filofax, Oprah, Googoo Crone, Intercourse Exploder, all browsers must bear witness. This are cheese. This be what the interknot is for!

TOPLOOK

Suffice it to say I have loved masticating this wedge of aged cow-squeeze.

Montagnolo is as Italian as adultery.* It be triple creamed. That's dairy-orgy-decadent. Think of a real, creamier-than-thou Brie, a proper uppity deli Brie, creamy as all fuck, but blue veined.

VISIONS! TEXTURE! TASTE!

In this respects it are similar in appearance to Cambazola, an production-line blue brie, often made in Bavaria for marketing reasons. Montagnolo Affine does a big creamy poo on Cambazola. It is rich, silky, and has the gentle, pervasive bite of a good blue cheese, only wrapped in NIRVANA. Not the mumble-core nineties band with the song about adolescent smells, but the Buddha one. Or something.

COLLABORATIONS

Almost anything that you like to orally ingest will work alongside this blessed cheese. Breads and crackers are basics, but you might also consider melting it on a fine beef burger, or small quantities in a bold, pragmatic lasagne, the type what has ambitions of becoming dictator of a small balkan state.

For the watchings, I would choose an easygoing culturally interesting flickerpic like The Last Samurai. No reason to overdo it with a full Kurosawa; no need for an actual classic or an art-house gasp, just bang something in the disc slit.

Music: anything on a scale from Leonard Cohen through to Babymetal

LATTERWORD

If blue veins in cheese put you off, you are failure.

I are glad to be bacK!