Quebec firm abandons lost cheese

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All this cheese talk made me call the Caputo Cheese Market near my apartment that's been recommended to me many times elsewhere online. They're open until 7:00 tonight, so I think I'll be getting out of work an hour early and stopping by for some samples and a hunk or two of pressed cow milk. I just read at the other site (a Chicago foodie discussion board) that they'd recently made some changes--gotten rid of the limited amount of produce they sold, as well as a few other non-cheese staples such as pizza flour, and are now concentrating on their main product. The old produce room now houses wheels of Lithuanian, Polish and Brazilian cheeses as well as their standard French and Italian fare.

Yum.

ita, the photographer from the LOST thingy does have a pic of you, I'll send it along as soon as it gets emailed.

Speaking of, I think I need to get one done. Not in a counting chickens before hatched, way, but in a just in case, way.

Scary, in a good way.

Yes, I just had to Snopes smack my mother.

Again.

Which Spam? I have Snopes smacked my cousin (who is like 46) and my mother's friend, repeatedly, over the last few months, and it seems to make no difference.

If Snopes can't help them, I don't know what can.

The Swiffer WetJet will kill your pets one.

I haven't gotten that one, yet. I think the most recent one I got was some cell phone one, scaring people into using Star-whatever numbers for an emergency call, which actually only works in some places, and not even most. I didn't bother Snopes smacking with that one, because it now seems futile. The last time I remember Snopes smacking both of them, the emails involved missing children--one was about a child who couldn't be identified after the Tsunami.

The Swiffer WetJet will kill your pets one.

I can attest to this. Although, you could probably kill anyone if you beat them with it like I did.

Although, you could probably kill anyone if you beat them with it like I did.

They have a pretty flimsy handle. I'd go with a good old wooden mop or broom for beating foes.

Yeah, but with Wet Jet, you just squirt and mop up the blood.

Is now the time to bust out the knowledge -- that I gained from pulp novels -- that it's easy to administer a beating without breaking the skin, if you beat someone with a bag of oranges? Now you know.

(Probably you couldn't beat someone to death with a bag of oranges, unless you were lucky enough to rupture an internal organ. But it doesn't matter that oranges are not mops, because there is no mopping to do afterwards.)

In other news, Nomar Garciaparra was in Boston, and rescued two women who'd fallen into the harbor the other day. Everybody they interviewed had a moment in the story when they paused and said, "Are you Nomar?" before continuing in the dramatic events.

Someday there will be a man standing in front of a speeding train, who will pause and say, "Are you Nomar?" and before he can get a reply, the train will run him over. "Yes, I am Nomar," Nomar will say, "and can you ask me that when you're not in grave danger?"

The whole thing is made funnier by the funniness of repeating "Nomar, Nomar" again and again. If he actually went by his first name, Anthony, it would be a boring story.