The Theme is Overload
Though I wouldn't have necessarily expected to enjoy it, the bloody cloud of Lindeman's Framboise ale has a nice, crisp raspberry tang to it. Introduced by an Irishman in Philadelphia, I put the beer to good use as a backdrop for the sweet maneuverings of a fabulous cheese plate: a thin slice of parmesan reggiano, a section of honeycomb, and half of a walnut. Not stacked in any artful way, mind you, but available on the same plate. Interacting with the individual elements is part of the fun, and the taste combination is perhaps my favorite. The only problem with this otherwise perfect meal capper is the very real possibility of overload. Honeycomb is dangerous stuff and before I knew it I had eaten too much. Not so much as to be full-- this is not about the capacity of my stomach-- but honeycomb is one of those things that has inherent limits which you must respect. Since this fateful overdose, as it were, on cheese and honeycomb I have been experiencing continued issues of overload. Constantly now I feel like I've had too much sweet, too much salt, too much sour, too much too much.
Ben reminds me of something from the past.
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--Posted 03/14/03 07:25PM