Grapes and cheese.
This is my blog, and I can talk about what I want, and today it is grapes and cheese!
Grapes and cheese are a classic combination that have been woefully neglected in the modern maundering department and cheese alone, as Chesterton observed, is a subject that poets have been "mysteriously silent" on. So there, I am justified.
Grapes are a wonderful fruit, notwithstanding the fact that they are about 80% water. I mean honestly, what other fruit can compare to the delightfully sweet pop!, that juicy explosion of flavor that happens when you chomp down on a grape? (just because I am lauding the praises of the grape of course, you must not mistakenly take it as my favorite) Not to mention how absolutely snackable they are, I mean, really…they are just too convenient.
And cheese, well, there is not enough that can be said about cheese. Ever since I went lived abroad for a year at a location where cheddar cheese was unavailable, I got back and found that the cheese which I had longed for, simply have the same taste I seem to have memorialized. In fact, I really didn't care for it as much as I thought I had! And cheddar cheese has never held the same wonder for me. I rarely taste it by itself, settling only to let it adorn the top of sandwiches, melts, or occasional soups or baked potatoes.
Other cheeses, of course, have kept their appeal, and the delightful range of colors and tastes propel me to the gorgeous heights of culinary understanding. Today, it was creamy, thick slices of fresh Havarti. Paired with the tangy burst of crisp green grapes, and you have, my friends, not just food, but an experience. There is nothing like the taste of hearty Havarti and fresh green grapes on a sun-shiny, blue-skying Spring day, especially when eaten outside, preferably resting on a tree branch while letting bare feet dangle toward the earth, or with back laid relaxingly against said tree, book by your side. Perhaps on a picnic by bright, happy green grass, set out whimsically on napkins with cups of clear, cold water nearby. And always, always should be eaten in warm sunshine. Green grapes and white cheese have no business being eaten on a snowy day in December - the very picture would make one cringe!
So take advantage of the season, my dear fellows; eat, drink, and be merry! Green grapes and white cheese are waiting for your indubitably pleasurable consumption.
* This post was inspired by, you guessed it, my afternoon snack, which as you can see, I enjoyed immensely.It should only be taken half-seriously and read in a thoughtful, snarky British voice.
