I have already told you I bought some Norwegian cheeses my grandmother used to eat.
One kind, Pultost, I ate the other day with a friend. It wasn't delicious, but we both ate our sandwich with Pultost. I threw out the rest.
Still in my fridge - two versions of Gamalost (=Old cheese).
My friend did not dare to taste it, so I did not open it yet.
I chickened out on cheese!
At least I should taste it.
Perhaps it will be the wonder cure for my bad cold?
One kind, Pultost, I ate the other day with a friend. It wasn't delicious, but we both ate our sandwich with Pultost. I threw out the rest.
Still in my fridge - two versions of Gamalost (=Old cheese).
My friend did not dare to taste it, so I did not open it yet.
I chickened out on cheese!
At least I should taste it.
Perhaps it will be the wonder cure for my bad cold?
Report:
After writing this, I decided to try.
I made a sandwich with butter and spread some of the Gamalost on top.
I did not vomit.
My cold did not get better.
But tasting it once, was enough.
Bye, bye, old cheese!
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