Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Don't you love the Internet?
Hi, all. It's me, Rebecca Zook. I'm sneaking onto your blog for the day. Don't tell Charlotte. She doesn't like me spending too much time on the Internet, though she should talk because Fromagerie Bessette is starting to sell cheese via the Internet. But that's business, Charlotte says, not monkey business. Actually, I kind of like that she worries about me. I never had a big sister. My brother--let's just say, he's overly protective. He worries that the real world will hurt my soul. The last time he came to Providence, we exchanged words. See, I'm Amish. Or I was...but I won't talk about that today. Let's just say I learned a lot on the farm, and though I might be slim and look frail, I'm not. Not at all. Did I mention that I'm Charlotte's second-in-command at The Cheese Shop? Well, not second, really. That's her cousin Matthew, except he's her partner, so he's really a first-in-command, too, right?
Anyway, back to my question. Don't you just love the Internet? There's Facebook and cool sites about travel planning, and I can stream old movies and TV shows. I love "Murder, She Wrote" and "NCIS" and, well, I just get hooked on them. I learn how to solve crimes from them. I do. Oh, and there's Victoria's Secret. Shhhh. I just bought the slinkiest pair of briefs. Oooh-la-la. Nobody's seen them yet, but that is another story. I've got my eye on the beekeeper, Ipo Ho. He's so cute. He came to Providence from Hawaii. How exotic is that! And he used to dance at the luaus, and breathe fire, and well, my heart goes pit-a-pat whenever I see him, but I haven't let him know. Not yet. "Love must find its own course," Charlotte's grandmother would say. I am, after all, only twenty-two. I've got plenty of time.
I'd better sign off. Today, we're having a cheese tasting at the shop, so I've got to get back to setting out the cheeses. My favorite is Morbier. That's the cheese that has ash in the middle and tastes so yummy. It's a semi-soft cow's milk cheese, named after the village of Morbier in Franche-Comte (that's France). How cool is that? Charlotte has been more than gracious teaching me about cheese. She says I have a steel-trap mind and a good nose. Anyway, I'd better get back, but write me a note and I'll respond.
XOXOXOX - Rebecca