A friend recommended a type of cheese I hadn’t tried before — Cantal, from Lidl. That evening, I sliced a piece onto a salt cracker and settled on the couch to watch a movie.
In the dark, I almost knocked over my wineglass, and as I grabbed it, the cheese fell to the floor. According to the three-second rule (so the bacteria wouldn’t have time to latch on), I swiftly picked it up, blew the dust off, and plopped it back onto the cracker.
I watched the movie, let the cheese warm up a bit, and eventually took a bite. I have to say, it was disappointing. The flavour was definitely strong — but not in a good way. I ate it anyway but didn’t bother with a second piece.
This morning, when I woke up and came into the living room, I noticed that the piece of cheese was still on the floor in front of the couch.
So now the question is… what the hell did I eat?
It was about the thickness of a thumb tip, around 3 centimetres long, and smelled and tasted intensely like foot sweat.
A remarkably long-lasting aftertaste.
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