As much as I adore my internship, working full time has given me a new appreciation for weekends. When I’m going to school in Denver, weekends are almost more stressful than weekdays- every day is crammed full with catching up on homework, seeing friends, tidying up, and most importantly- knocking some episodes off the old Netflix queue. Now that I’m living somewhere where-let’s be honest-I’ve got exponentially less friends available to hang out with without extensive planning and no homework, I’ve got some time to do the things that I want to do! Yesterday (Saturday), was one of those days where I just woke up and wanted some cheese. But not the nameless QFC bought kind I already had in the fridge. I wanted some real artisan cheese like a fancy European lady might have in her fridge.
I’ve always been aware of the existence of Melrose Market in Seattle. I used to pass by it nearly every day last summer when I would make the hike up to Capitol Hill after work. For whatever inexplicable reason, I never thought to go in. In my adventurous (and cheese longing) state yesterday, I decided that there was going to be no better time to go spend my money on some fancy food.
Melrose Market is a charming little urban space filled with shops for all sorts of things from stationary, wines, and vinyl to fresh coffee, cured meats, and cheeses. Wandering inside the light flooded space, I immediately felt like I had discovered something truly special. It was relatively uncrowded, especially considering it was a Saturday in the tourist heavy time of the year, so there was a pleasantly calmed buzz about the place.
After a brief wander around the space, I beelined straight for the cheese shop, The Calf & Kid. Slightly daunted by the abundance of delicious looking cheeses, I was honest with the cheese man and told her that I don’t know the first thing about cheeses except for that I like things like Gouda and I usually eat cheese with fruits or cured meats. Being the professional cheese man that he is, he helped me out, letting me have abundant samples of cheese.
My favorite ended up being a salty goat cheese called “Nonna Capra” straight from a creamery in my very own Washington State. It reminded me of the gooey cheesiness that you might find in an expensive Macaroni and Cheese dish- I was sold. When he told he that a teeny slice (maybe about half the size of an iPhone) was about $5, I swallowed my stinginess and handed over my $5 bill. I came here knowing that I was going to walk away with some good cheese and it wasn’t going to be cheap. I carried the cheese home safely tucked away in my bag and added it to some polenta for dinner that night. $5 well spent.