Cheese rating

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My Cheese Rating is: Oszczypek

Oszczypek is a very old, smoked cheese, made by shepherds living in the Tatra mountains of Poland from unpasteurised sheeps milk. It has a distinctive, slightly salty taste, and its colour various from pale yellow to brown, depending on the duration of smoking.

How odd. My name ‘translates’ into a Polish cheese, and my Grandad was Polish. There must be more to this than meets the eye…

my hellish life

So the weekend was spent away, visiting Ballarat, Bendigo and Echuca, passing through some wineries and showing Cindy the famous Brighton Beach Huts. A lovely weekend driving, sightseeing, shopping, staying in motels and eating good food in lovely restaurants.

It was good to see another side of Victoria, that of the inland country towns (some of them so quiet and dead, I was surprised to see people in them…), and now I think that I have Victoria covered. The girls (George, Sally, Cindy and Lisa) enjoyed the wineries – me being the designated driver enjoyed the girls enjoying the wineries. The guy at Mt. Alexander winery seemed to be your typical wineyard-owning, red-cheeked, farmy bloke, who was entertaining (to begin with), and by the time we made it to the Big Hill winery, we were all experts in the vine. Or at least drinking the fruits of.

On Sunday, Lisa had the great idea of going Horse riding in the morning. I was still recovering from aching legs, back and shoulders on Tuesday morning.

We also got to visit Hanging Rock, something I had been wanting to do for ages. A bit of a walk, a few rocks and a mystery-meat pastie later and the weekend was over.

and then

We celebrated Cindy’s birthday last night, first of all in Bridie O’Reilly’s on Chapel Street, followed by Frostbites for a bit of a dance. Much Scrumpy Jack was consumed, much was regurgitated (eh, Sal?!), but fun was had by all – including the lady in KFC and the taxi driver harassed by a drunken George!

And, after four hours of sleep, I have managed to make to the end of the working day without headbutting my monitor. Must have more energy than I thought…

and Simon…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!