Cheese means never having to explain your love.
Photo credit: Ben Gebo | @bengebo
Welcome to the cheese issue. Maybe it’s been all this polar vortex nonsense, freezing the land solid and painting a perpetual sour-puss on everyone’s face. Or maybe it’s because there are only a few more months of being able to hide our lumpy forms under bulky coats and sweaters, often concealing what happens when one leads a hedonistic life. Or maybe the fact that it’s National Cheese Lover’s Day on January 20th (yes, seriously). Just take your pick, or forget why we decided to dedicate heavy ink to celebrating cheese. Because it’s cheese. Cheese means never having to explain your love. And love means never having to say you’re sorry. And you should never feel sorry loving cheese. We don’t. Cheese.
MONGER VS. MONGER
CHEESE START MY HEART
Q&A: REBECCA HALEY-PARK OF CULTURE: THE WORD ON CHEESE
FICTION: THE HEIST OF THE FROMAGERIE
INTERVIEW: DAVID KOECHNER
EATS: SUPERLATIVE SUPREME
DRINKS: CHEESE WIZ
HONEST PINT: BEER AND CHEESE PAIRINGS
FILM: CINEMA PARACHEESE-O
