When You’re Poor, You Might As Well Buy Some Cave-Aged Gruyere, A Baguette And Some Olives And Eat Like You’re Not
Right now, I am in the process of trying to get a post published on Brightest Young Things about my disdain for Whole Foods. But really, I can’t help but love it. First of all, it is right across the street from my home. Second, the cheeses and the olive bar just call to me.
Anyone who was my friend, or even just a classmate in Syracuse knows that I love cheese. For a few months, it was pretty much my only identifiable trait. I wrote papers about cheese, worked in the cheese department of our amazing grocery store WEGMANS (miss U <3), had a cheese party, researched it…you get the idea. I even read this book. It cost me $20. Look at that guy’s fucking hat.
I am douche bag by default for reading this.
I would really prefer to buy cheese from some small shop, but there isn’t anything close to me. The Safeway is a piece of shit. God I really hate that store. But I don’t want to get into it right now. It’s too horrible for words. I’m not into their cheese selection, as I find it pretty pedestrian. DID I REALLY JUST SAY THAT? DAMN YOU Steven Jenkins.
So, my only option is Whole Foods. I have to say, I don’t mind it that much. Last night, when I was there buying tortilla chips and some Mahon, not only were they offering wine samples, but they had a local artisan cheese maker there. He had a little table set up with some fresh goat cheese, goat brie, and a goat blue, which I have never seen before. The farm is called Firefly Farms and is located in Maryland. Check it out here.
Don't you want these people and that goat to make your cheese?
I miss Wegmans more than anything, but I guess Whole Foods is ok for now.
-Kal
