Despite my deep affection for cheese, to the point that one of my favorite things to do on a New York City weekend is to dip into
默里和治疗我们的东西易碎或年龄或丰富and runny, I don’t love cheese plates. It feels really good to get this off my chest. At first, it was just a budget issue; I still feel the sticker shock from the first time I tried to put together one of those cute boards with five or six different wedges on them, plus the crackers, breads, pickles, dried fruit, toasted almonds, olives, cured meats, and all of the other minimum requirements of our latter-day horns of plenty. But I was also put off by the waste. Even though so much went unfinished, the leftovers were unsalvageable, as fingers, forks, knives, and crumbs got into everything (a particularly shuddering thought in the age of Covid). Instead, when people come over, or what I remember of it, I prefer to focus on one or two decadent,
注意力抓住东西没有什么能像温暖,流涕的奶酪一样抓住一个寒冷的冬日。
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