Seriously, I just went weak at the knees. I can’t blame three weeks of sustained post-surgery bleeding. I can’t even blame the visually perfect male creation that put a crick in my neck as I walked past him earlier today.
The culprit was Tarago triple cream brie. Get your hands on some. Salty creamy goodness that totally transformed a very average glass of shiraz. We’re thinking of heading down Gippsland way on the weekend. I might have to see if we can pay them a visit. I feel an urgent need to try their Gippsland blue.