Unless you’re a cheese. Just ask my 11-year-old French-born, American grandson. He won’t eat his favorite cheese. Comté, unless it’s at least 18 months old. “C’est plus savoureux,” he once told me.
When my late husband, Richard, turned 70, his daughters gave him an apron that said, “Age Doesn’t Matter Unless You’re A Cheese.” We had recently retired to o…
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