Say Cheese

I love cheese. All kinds of cheese except for the smelly limburger and the blue.
( I know why I don’t like the limburger but I’m not quite sure why I dislike the blue. Maybe I had a bad experience at one time with blue cheese?)
So anyway, when my sister called and asked if I was interested in driving, actually I was only riding because she always drives, out to The Middlefield Cheese House, I immediately said “when?”.

Middlefield is in the heart of Amish country so of course I took along my camera. Had to be something interesting I could get a shot of. And there was….
Lots of these out there, all sizes, shapes and colors, but mostly red and some white. This one looks like it’s been used a bit, which is why I liked it. Reminds me of me.

I like barns. Always wanted to live in the country mainly so I could have a barn. Along with the mice, and the cats to take care of the mice, and the dog to keep the cats in line, and of course the hay loft. Climbing up the ladder to snooze on the bales of hay, looking out the loft door spying on…probably nothing since you’re out in the middle of nowhere, not thinking of all the work involved getting that hay up there by someone other than me, naturally.

I knew we would see the famous Amish horse and buggy, and we did see quite a few of them on the roads, but when we slowly drove by them all I got in the picture was a horses thigh, or butt. I thought if we could pass enough of them I would take different photos of different parts and would finally have enough to piece them together. Luckily we happened to see one pull into a library parking lot of all things, and managed to get these.

Now this one is a little different. Standing tall and stiff out in the middle of nowhere. I have no idea who built it or why, but it certainly is interesting.


I know, I know , what about the cheese. Well here it is. Some baby swiss, provolone, muenster, and one of my favorites, butter cheese aka havarti. My other sister turned me on to that one when she came up for a visit quite a few years ago. Thanks Nan. Along with the cheese, I of course had to have some pepperoni, and some mini pepperoni rolls. And I can never pass up cherry preserves. The little bag of cheddar sesame sticks was just because they taste so good.

So thanks Betty, had a great time, and sorry Nan but if you lived a little closer we would have picked you up and you could have had a great time too.

Now, where’s my little cheese slicer?