Cheese Lover

It's early evening, deep in the middle of winter, so it's dark outside already.

The dogs are fed and walked and napping, dinner is prepped, The Boy is doing homework, The Hubby isn't home for two hours more.

Time for a civilized glass of sherry and a bit of Stilton cheese.

What? You don't see the Stilton?

That's because I snarfed it up so fast, I forgot to take a photo of it first.

But trust me, it looked beautiful on that plate.

Very Masterpiece Theatre-y.

Stilton doesn't last too long around here.