I keep hearing references to Norwegian brown cheese (which I have learned to call gedeost, like the true Dane that I am), and it's giving me a bit of a craving. After the stores have closed, which is too bad, as I could otherwise go across the street and buy some right now. Not in nifty slices like in the photo, but the same brand anyway. Actually, like the red package, just not in slices.
It's odd stuff, this gedeost. The first time I tried it, it reminded me somehow of the cheese which comes in the little plastic container part of the cheese and crackers. I still have this association, and I still don't know why. The taste is completely different, the texture is not totally the same, and of course the levels of junk-foodiness...totally different. But yet, there is something the same (and I've introduced people to it who've somehow agreed with me, though again not for any reason that they could quite put into words). I couldn't decide if I liked it or not. But I didn't not like it. The second time, I liked it a bit more. At some indefinable point, I became hooked.
So, at this point, I'm considering going to sleep, so that when I wake up tomorrow, I can go out and buy some. Totally disregarding the fact that I'll be leaving for work before the supermarket opens. Disregarding the fact that I was considering going to bed before (combination of mood swings, indigestion, and general feeling of blah leaving me with the idea that I might as well retire for the evening). Because these things are not important. What is important is the brown cheese.
*Sliced cheese long since devoured; one of last year's best Christmas treats, from a Norwegian woman who really knows how to give good presents.*