There are 5 kinds of cheese in the fridge in Treviglio.
There are 7 kinds of cheese in the fridge at the mountain house where I work on the weekends.
There are 4 kinds of cheese in the fridge in the Milano house where I work.
I will most likely try at least half of these over the next week or so.
The other evening, Luigi asked me if I wanted to try a new cheese he had bought. “Is it good? Will I like it?” I asked. His reply, “It’s cheese, of course you’ll like it.”
This may have become an issue last summer when I discovered that this existed…
And now this kind of sums of my life these days…
Should I worry?