Cheese And Crackers
As we watched the rain advancing across the bay, looking like water-hugging white fog, My Beloved and I sat in front of the television (yes, I know it's considered shameful but we do actually watch TV) and had cheese and crackers. This is a bonanza weekend for a guy who loves all forms of auto racing, so he's glued to the tube and I come in and out of the room in response to exclamations to see what's going on.
NASCAR. Indianapolis 500. The Grand Prix de Monaco. All this weekend. All "musts" for the boy, who has been a race fan since before he got his driver's license.
So, I broke out snacks that are easy to eat while watching television, in this case two cheeses I bought locally on Fourth Street in Berkeley at that swishy cheese-and-other-pricey-comestibles shop. A pale, white young goat gouda, which was simply delicious - tangy and nutty. The salesperson informed me that it wasn't the goat that was young, it was the cheese.
And a Wagon Wheel "everyday" cheese from Cow Girl Creamery, which was buttery and mellow by comparison. Both went down very easily as we watched the cars go around as the rain outside arrived in a downpour.