Ferg solidified her Top Doghouse Occupant Position yesterday by eating (off the table, while no one was looking) a $25 block of good parmesan. All I can say is that she’s darned lucky it was Thursday. (We only beat dogs on Mondays around here.)
For those of you reaching for the phone to dial the SPCA – IT’S A JOKE.
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 
Around here, we’d be saying the cheese was worth more than the dog and threatening the dog with “Blue Juice Row.” (Also in jest. Must be some kind of a coping mechanism.) I feel your loss-of-cheese pain…
$25 for one block of cheese?
I wanna come to your house for pasta night.
For the record, we had fresh tortellini under spiced chicken, sautéd with red and yellow peppers, garnished with hot peppers and roasted garlic topped with $2 of a $27 block of cheese. Plus a rather nice bottle of Pieroth wine.
Next time I buy obscene quantities of excellent cheese, I promise to post an advisory in advance, complete with time, menu and address. I’ll also lock up the dog.
FYI: Next weekend is cheesecake test run – we’ve been invited to a cheesecake part/contest and I’ve been working on recipes that need a trial cook-up.