perils and pleasures of dining alone
The weekend after my birthday, I cat-sat Victor and his new kittyfriend in Park Slope. Needless to say, I was not about to start cooking up a storm in a strange kitchen. Even if I had been willing to do that, though, I would have been seduced by the very excellent Bierkraft, which occupies the ground floor of the cats' building. Their website doesn't do the shop justice, and neither did I, for the longest time--I saw Bierkraft when I lived in Park Slope, but I thought it was a fancy beer selection and salty snacks. No. They have an amazing selection of cheeses, imported delicacies, meats, and even little organic free range chickens. I decided to try Cowgirl Creamery's Mount Tam triple-cream cheese, which I had been eyeing in various stores for a long time.
On a Carr's oat biscuit, it was basically like dessert (n.b. this did not prevent me from enjoying some dark chocolate for dessert). I thought I tasted a pleasant grassiness, but this may have been wishful thinking; I know the parts nearer the rind tasted of ammonia, which seems to be a common problem with (or perhaps just characteristic of) this type of soft, chalky-rinded cheese.
I ate too much cheese. I ate cheese and chocolate and chips and dip. I ran the loop of Prospect Park and looked forward to returning to proper meals and green vegetables!
