18.07.2015 21 °C
I am Cheese Master Lauren. It's official, here is my certificate:
We went to Reypenaer for our cheese tasting course. We tasted 6 cheeses, each with an appropriate wine - Viognier (white), Syrah (red) or Port (Ruby). Julie cut the cheese, and I handed it to her. She used a guillotine. We both had to buy one and a trio of cheese.
We learned first and foremost: Gouda is not Goooooda, it's "kh-ow-dah"
[Now when you try it, for the "kh", you must dig deep in the back of your throat to get ample gutteral-ness.]
Gouda is the common name for any pasturized cheese that is in a certain shape (round, but flat on the sides -good for rolling)
It was the perfect frivolousness after our Anne Frank Huis experience. Julie stalking their website allowed us to buy two tix in advance, while others waited in a very, very long line. Our entry time was at 9:20. It was intense, there were a couple times I had to try to hold it together. Eight people in those little rooms for 25 months. Not making a sound, no fresh air. All died in concentration camps, just weeks before the liberation, but one: Otto, the father. He made Anne's diaries into a book. Both Julie and I bought that book at the end of the experience. It was hopeful to see the people who helped them while in hiding.
We hit our 10,000 Julie steps goal by 3:00 because it took us 2 hours to find our way home. Some call it "lost", others call it exploring. It was nice out.
The other night we passed this boisterous restaurant that seemed to be bursting at the seems, so we returned to Pho 91 today for lunch. J: pho and me: bun. We embarked on a outdoor-seating-bar-crawl of sorts and returned to our roof deck.
Fitbit: 15,375 Julie steps (6 1/2 miles)