Like any good Midwestern gal, I love cheese. In fact, at one point in my life, 90% of my cooking involved cheese products of some sort (coincidentally enough, this was the same time my ass started to looked like it was smuggling a wheel of Parmesan all the time). Now that I’ve been through a few twelve step programs, had some shock therapy and am finally starting to understand what moderation means, the American Cheese Society had to go host their national meeting in Chicago. Thanks, guys. Read the rest of this entry »


