Cheese Festival

One of Seattle's greater virtues that we have discovered is the Seattle Cheese Tasting festival.
Yes, that is right-- FREE cheese, as much as you want, and hundreds of different varieties. We came, we saw, we tasted, and promptly fell into a lactose induced coma afterward.

Richard and I greatly underestimated the power of the cheese and overestimated our own appetite. At the first tent there was probably about a dozen different cheeses, and we tried each one. But as we began to comprehend the scope of the festival and how many varieties were left to be sampled, our courage began to flag. About halfway through I couldn't tell one goat cheese from another, one aged cheddar from another, and I had almost no appreciation for the prized Brie that was rated #1 in the country. Richard was manly in his approach. He would not rest until he had sampled every variety.

But even he faltered near the end.

We have already planned our approach for next year. In the morning, we will fast, then we will bring a couple of crusty baguettes, some apples and grapes, and gorge ourselves on cheese. I will probably have to start training now to be ready.
Anna didn't participate much this year, but I imagine next year she will ready, along with the rest of Team Rose, to conquer the cheese festival once again.