Isle Of...

I haven't been kidnapped, loyal readers, I've just moved. I live in a cute house near downtown Decatur now, and the trade-off is that for the time being our internet is primitive and complicated-- meaning, not wireless-- and I've resorted to skulking in local parking lots, stealing wi-fi from unsuspecting businesses. Expect a return to my regular quantity-over-quality blogging post haste.

For now, here's the latest edition of Isle Of:

Isle Of...



The Laughing Cow Creamy Swiss Cheese. Oh my God. My love affair with this cheese began on my flight to Italy in September. Delta's in-flight semi-sustenance included a little tiny package of this stuff with a little tiny packet of crackers. Spreadable cheese, I thought to myself in wonder. What sort of newfangled dairy product will they think of next?

Then I spread a bit on a cracker and entered dairy heaven. This stuff is like frosting; it's just that good. And I ate it like frosting, too, dipping my pinkie finger into the container and making sure every bit of gooey cheesy goodness made it from the crevices of the foil to my eager taste buds. The cow is laughing because he knows his cheese totally dominates.