
Everything they say about the cheese is true. I am currently in the Netherlands, where fields of contented looking cows roam the countryside, and where, in related developments, magnificent wheels of Gouda and Edam groan out of every other storefront. With the exception of a brief, memorable visit to Wisconsin a few years ago, I have never before been in a place where cheese is so reverently yet enthusiastically regarded. Obviously, I am like a kid in a candy store, except the candy is cheese.