I have a love affair with cheese. I could eat it morning, noon and night...and Brie cheese?
Don't even get me started on its deliciousness.
I think a Brie wheel ends up at every one of our family get togethers, and we all stand over its melted gooeyness scooping it up with crackers. But I know, we're all wishing we were using spoons instead. And shovelling that goodness into our mouths without abandon. I know I am. Where did all this social grace and politeness come from anyway? Especially when it comes to food! ;)