Anyone who has ever spent a significant amount of time with me, knows how much I love cheese. I even own a t-shirt that says I love mac and cheese. It doesn’t fit, but I own it. So when ever I get a chance to go to my happy place (Tillamook cheese factory) I jump in the car and go.
Learned a lot while were were there, like there is actually paper made out of real cow poo. It was a tempting buy, but I had to pass. I know what you’re thinking, you’re a writer Sara, paper is paper. I don’t think so. I will write on just about anything, but paper made out of poo I think would distract me. I wouldn’t be grossed out or anything, but I would have this sudden urge to write stories and poems about poo and the many uses for it. Nothing would ever get done.
There was also this lady there with a cone head. I’m really sad I didn’t think to take a picture of her. She was weighing the cheese to make sure I got a full lbs of Colby Jack the next time i’m at the store. She’s so nice. I did happen to get a picture of this lady’s awesome shirt. I loaf you to cheese sorter lady.