This coming Saturday I will be going to a place that I hope to be the solution to my gourmet food needs. I am quite the fancier of fine cheese, bread, preserves, soups, fresh vegetables and fruits... the list goes on.
I was in Barnes and Noble last Saturday, and I stumbled upon a book on cheese itself. While browsing through the pages, I came upon a cheese shop index, and much to my surprise, there it was, "Liberty Heights Fresh". I then looked the place up online, and it appeared what I've been looking for.
For quite some time now, I have been looking for a purveyor of fine food goods. I have had to have my fine food needs satisfied by multiple places, which at times can be quite a chore. Up until this point, my two top choices have been Tony Caputo's (an Italian market, they have a nice cheese selection, but their forte is mainly Italian, which you could guess from them being an Italian market), and Wild Oat's Marketplace (Quite alot of fun stuff there).
I contacted Liberty Heights Fresh on Monday and spoke to the proprietor, Steve Rosenberg. I inquired about a very specific variety of cheese, Caerphilly of Wales. Lo and behold! He had the very item. My hopes are indeed very high for this place, never have I heard of anywhere in Utah carrying a dairy product such as Caerphilly. Another affirmation that this place is sound, is that he let me know that they get fresh currants in the summer sometimes (which is indeed a very exciting prospect). So, here is to high hopes with Liberty Heights Fresh, and to a long and glorious shopping relationship!
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In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me;
The walls of marble black, that moist'ned still shall weep;
My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,
O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come.
-John Dowland
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
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The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me;
The walls of marble black, that moist'ned still shall weep;
My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,
O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come.
-John Dowland
3 comments:
So this is why you were typing like mad.
That would be a yes. The thought of cheese and currants usually can fuel my typing drive.
haha ok, 1) I like Jonni's comment
2) This is hilarious because on my way home tonight I had a 20 minute conversation with Brandon about cheese. I mentioned you and he would probably get along because you both love cheese. Excellent timing!
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