Um, hey, uh, Rocky? Hey now, hands off! I'm a bull moose, you silly squirrel!
Um, hey, uh, Rocky? Hey now, hands off! I'm a bull moose, you silly squirrel!
http://comment.independent.co.uk/columnists_a_l/alex_james/article1759438.ece
The most horrible cheese in the world is, without any doubt, the moose cheese of north Norway. They eat it for breakfast. I suppose those of us who like to swim in the deep end of the cheeseboard have worked our way there step-by-step, first by paddling in the rindless mild block cheddars, then splashing around in the Stilton and floating out to sea on a raft of dolcelatte before reaching gingerly for a munster or an époisses.
I’d never so much as heard of the moose-cheese series, and the breakfast bun that I took a huge, hungover chomp on contained an intermediate- to advanced-level stinker that required proper training. The taste was so alien and concentrated that my eyes nearly popped out. I couldn’t swallow it and had to drink lots of water. I’m slightly ashamed to say that I still haven’t been able to pluck up the courage to return to the cheese of the moose, as yet.
I'm a bull moose, you silly squirrel!
...but don't let that stop you!