I’ve been listening to the audiobook of Lawrence Block’s The Burglar Who Counted the Spoons for the last week or so. I like the burglar books, but this is not one of the better ones, plot-wise. There’s some fun character stuff, but also a few unnecessary diversions and a couple of truly stupid characters. It passed the time, but it all became worth it this morning with the name of a cheese store, mentioned in passing during prep for the denouement (fancy word!): Sweet Suffering Cheeses. I laughed out loud, startling the homeless guy I was riding by. I hope it’s a real store.
Wait – nope. Doesn’t appear to be real. Quick! Someone go open a cheese store and name it that.
momma betty
And this can go on the poster outside:
Sweet dreams are made of cheese, who am I to diss a Brie. I cheddar the world and the feta cheese, everybody’s looking for Stilton.
Some of them want fondue too.
Some of them want to fondue by you.
Zannah
BOO! (Okay, I laughed. A little.)