Austin went cheese shopping and he was showing me
his take. One was Mary Morbier cheese. I pronounced it as more
bee-air.
Austin: No, it's more-beer.
Then Austin cut off a slice. He sucks on it, presses it down on his tongue, let's it emulsify.
Me, waiting for his description and for him to cut off a bit for me.
And still waiting. And waiting . . .
Then, Austin: Oh! Yuck, oooo, sick, sick, awful. Yuck! Yuck! It's like dirty gym socks. Yuck. Limberger. Get this taste off my tongue. Here, try some.
Austin: No, it's more-beer.
Then Austin cut off a slice. He sucks on it, presses it down on his tongue, let's it emulsify.
Me, waiting for his description and for him to cut off a bit for me.
And still waiting. And waiting . . .
Then, Austin: Oh! Yuck, oooo, sick, sick, awful. Yuck! Yuck! It's like dirty gym socks. Yuck. Limberger. Get this taste off my tongue. Here, try some.
Yeah right.
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