How do I love cheese? Let me count the ways...
I once organized a wine and cheese tasting just so I could try different cheeses.
I have been known to make special trips to stores based solely on the strength of their cheese counter.
One of my earliest memories is of my dad slicing cheese off a cheddar round and giving each of us kids crowded around the butcher block a slice, repeating the process around and around the butcher block until the cheese was gone.
My go to after school snack growing up was a quesadilla.
Nachos were invented practically in my backyard.
Did I mention I eat and buy a lot of cheese?
Well, cheese is ridiculously expensive in Fiji. Mind bogglingly pricey. I used to pay US $4.99 for a 1 pound block of mozzarella at home. In Fiji a smaller block of the stuff starts at about US $10. And that's just mozzarella. If you're hankering for Haverti or craving Camembert it'll set you back US $20-40/lb.
What's a cheese loving girl to do?
Well, few years back I watched some friends make cheese in the common kitchen of our annual retreat. Even though I didn't get hands on, I knew it was totally something I could do. So I did. A fellow expat had some extra rennet, a neighbor gets fresh milk delivered for US $1.25/liter, and there's a lime tree on my walk in that supplied my citric acid.
I gotta say, in all the twists I've ever heard on "when life gives you lemons" this is probably my favorite. Although technically life gave me limes.