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Because it was a holiday last week, after volunteering with my friends at the Bowery Mission, I was feeling pretty hungry. Mixing stuffing with your hands and shredding freshly roasted turkey meat for more than five hours can do that to a person. To my credit (and obvious common sense), I did NOT grab random bites from the food I was preparing.

YES –disappointingly, there are people who actually do that. 1) Unsanitary — I do not want your hands, gloved or not, in my food especially after you’ve licked your fingers. GROSS. Maybe some people in need aren’t nearly as picky as me, but dude. Seriously. 2) I don’t care how hungry you are, you eat the food that is for you, not meant for those in need. It’s not like they didn’t feed the volunteers. They did. We got pizza. We got coffee (through other volunteers’ kindness). There was Vitamin Water. Honestly, I only partook of the water. But not the point. While a friend and I were separating the meat from the bones, one lady with us commented on how good the turkey smelled, and proceeded to eat more than half of the turkey drumstick she was working on.

Seriously.

Even better was that we were volunteers. No one forced me to go. I hosted my family’s Thanksgiving party in my apartment, and in the middle of prepping for MY party, I still found time to travel and help out. The ladies who were taking handfuls of bread, turkey, and potatoes (yes, their hands were in the mashed potatoes) just stood around more than half the time, complained about having to do any work at all, and then I found out they were part of a church group. I don’t want to judge. But really?

That’s besides my point. But I really did need to vent about that. I made about 2.5 huge vats of stuffing and shredded turkey meat for more than 3 hrs. I deserved a treat.

Whole Foods is right on top of my train (2nd Ave F), so I decided to pop in (smelling of turkey and stuffing) and see if I could pick up a few snacks. First win — fresh strawberries. They smelled sweet, they were sweet. Yay! Amazing strawberries in NOVEMBER. They’re my favorite fruit, so WIN. I needed something to go with it, so I browsed all the various spreads and dips, and figured I didn’t want anything too sweet (weird, for me) and maybe my palate should be more ‘grown up’… and then I found myself in the cheese section. Totally foreign territory. My knowledge of cheese is limited to: American, Mozzarella, Cheddar, Pepperjack, Muenster and Babybel. Your standard deli cheeses. Nothing too adventurous. I read ALL the little signs on all the different cheeses in the display. My brain exploded. Literally. And my stomach was growling so loud, I was convinced that the pizza guys on the opposite end of the floor could hear it. I finally settled on Murcia Curado. Why? It said it paired well with fruit preserves. Not exactly the fresh strawberries I was carrying, but fruit! It also mentioned being good on its own, which is good news for a grazer like myself.

Other hilarious and not so grown up reason I chose it? It said (Naked Goat) on the sign. Which I later understood to mean that it’s a raw goat’s milk cheese, and unlike its other brother (sister?) cheese, it wasn’t drunken, meaning the outside wasn’t dipped in red wine. For color, I guess… and flavor? I’m not a huge fan of the reds… so naked goat it was. Learn something new every day.

It was a small quarter pound wedge, that was mostly gone by the time I got back home and ripped open the packaging. Along with half the container of strawberries. I have since bought another wedge and container of strawberries. The rate of consumption remains the same. I’d take a picture, but it’s kind of sad to be taking pictures of a mostly devoured piece of cheese and a mostly empty plastic container