You never know what you’ll come across while driving along the highway. Maybe you’ll see the world’s largest skillet or frying pan which are kitschy and fun, albeit not all that exciting. If you’re lucky you’ll happen upon a hidden treasure like I did by the name of Fair Oaks Farms. Continue reading
I was such a picky eater as a kid, my mother called me her House Mouse because cheese was the only thing she knew she could get me to eat without my throwing a argument. Although I have since broadened my palate (finally eating my first strawberry at the ripe old age of 32) I still delight in the discovery of fantastic, funky and flavorful fromage. Stay Cheesy!
The House Mouse
