Alex Springer
My three-year-old daughter is going through a serious cheese phase. String cheese might be her favorite, but any time I break out shredded cheddar, parmesan or mozzarella, I soon feel a small tug at my shirt followed by a vision of her cupped hands eagerly awaiting a sample. It reminded me of my own childhood, which was filled with grilled cheese, mac and cheese, string cheese and far too many jokes about cutting the cheese.
I m sure I m not the only one who has come to this realization about themselves, but cheese might have been the first food that I loved before I understood that I love food. As such, I d like to dedicate this Valentine s Day to the local eats that have kept my love of cheese alive and well.