To my friends who used to complain when I dug the middle out of a soft, rinded cheese instead of eating the rind, little suspecting that I would one day change my ways, then find myself at a gathering where someone else had excavated the middle of a wedge of Brie, leaving me with nothing but rind when I sliced off a piece for myself: You were right, I was wrong. Sorry about that.
- What the whole ballgame is about At the end of the documentary I Like Killing Flies,...
But the rind is inferior…
Well, yeah, but it fits in fine when you eat it along with the cheese’s delicious innards. It even adds a little texture.
No, it just ruins the taste of yummy cheese.
Wait a minute. Liz, aren’t you one of the people who bitched about my rind-ignoring habits? Or was it just Christie?
In any event, I’m now pro-rind, and I will not be swayed.
Must have been Christie. Or maybe Brian. Come back to the dark side, Jeff.