The Cheese Isle

The strangest things tip off my longing to return to France. Take the cheese isle for example...I was making crepes for everyone and I was looking for the best cheese. I couldn't find what I was looking for. I went to several different grocery stores, all of which did not carry the right kind of cheese. It made me cry. Isn't that radiculous?
I was slicing tomatoes the other day, and I was instantly reminded of Yoland telling me to slice the tomatoes ultra thin, so that they would be perfect for our tomato, fresh mozzarella, and basil salad. Single tear...
It's just the little things that tip me off. Be they little or small, when they all add up, sometimes it's too much to handle. The adjustment is coming, it's just kind of slow right now.

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