I'm All Cheesed Out!

Ever since creating this blog in April, I have come to realize (very quickly) that having a blog is quite difficult, especially for someone who doesn't like to write. This summer, aside from trying to do a better job at maintaining this blog, I get to look forward to long lab hours, even longer lab reports, reading books, (the last book I read for fun was the Harry Potter series...don't judge me), and writing essays. Sounds like I'll be spending a lot of time on the computer...and it won't be because I'll be on Facebook. Summer Quarter at the UW hasn't even started yet, and I'm already dreading it. But I promise that I will try to put more posts online, since I'll have a bit more time on my hands. (...at least I think I will).

To prove to you how behind I really am on these blog posts, I'm going to talk about something that I did last month in May, something that I've been doing for the past four years, something that cannot be missed when you're living in in city.

Last month, I went to the Cheese Festival at Pike Place Market. Yes. You heard me. The Cheese Festival. A festival dedicated to cheese. In my favorite part of the city. Yes. Pike Place Market. The best part: free cheese. All you can eat. And now I am speaking in fragmented sentences. Because it was just that good.

Now, the best technique to approach this event is to go hungry. Go starving. Just make sure to hydrate yourself because some of the cheeses there are a little salty. And I will warn you, there really is a lot of cheese there. Picture it, Seattle, Pike Place, May 15, 2010, (sounds just like Sophia Petrillo from the Golden Girls, but in this case, we're not in Sicily), four hungry girls walk down the steep hill leading down to Pike Place. They immediately see tables and tables of cheese, stretching from one end of the market to the other...approximately 4 blocks I would say, and people lining up to sample them. Here, the buddy system was key. Their strategy: simply to get one person, preferably the tallest one, Colleen, to butt/cut her way through the lines, and grab cheese for the rest of them. This was a very good strategy for the first half of the tables.


During the second half however, the four girls somehow got split up...the two hardcore cheese lovers got split up from the cheese festival first-timers. The cheese lovers kept on going, from table to table, tent to tent, Parmesan to Pecorino to Mozzarella to Cheddar to Goat to Sheep to Gorgonzola, they kept going. What the first-timers ended up doing was unknown, but in the end, they all met up again, via cell phone, of course.


It turns out though, that the first-timers, Allison and Janet, found a cheese that they really liked, and so they bought it. It was this smoked cheddar cheese...a lovely combination with buttery crackers. On the other hand, only one of the cheese lovers found something, a goat cheese to be exact, while the other found nothing. The one who had bought the goat cheese, was Colleen. The one who bought nothing...was me.

To be honest, although there was a lot of cheese at the festival, I was a little disappointed, because they didn't have a bigger variety of cheeses like they had before. And after awhile, it did become a little repetitive. There is only so much hard cheese one person can handle! I remember, last year, I bought this Parmesan cheese and honey goat cheese, and it was so delicious! And the year before that, I had bought goat cheese that had these dried fruits and nuts inside. And none of these cheeses were there this year! A little part of me died inside.

But it was okay. By the end, I was already really full, and I still had the U-District Street Fair to look forward to. And yes. That is a man balancing a guitar on his chin, all while playing the harmonica and hula hooping. (Sometimes he plays another guitar too.) This is why I love Pike Place. It's a place to eat, be merry, and expect the unexpected.