This morning I contemplated making some sort of cakey thing, some delectable concoction.
Then I opened my refrigerator and found Prima Donna.
My father bought some for us yesterday at the Italian market in Philly. It's a cheese that someone said "combines the sweetness of Gruyere with the firmness of Parmigiano-Reggiano." The red wax version is aged longer and oh.
My sister had it out on Christmas day and it's been the family obsession since.
So this morning I had a few slivers of Prima Donna and a handful of pretzel balls from the Amish Market for breakfast.
Donuts can't hold a candle to a sliver of Prima Donna from the Italian Market.
The best part is I'm the only one in the house that knows it.