Chocolate Stout Cheese and Progressive California

Dear Friends,

I hope August is treating you well. It's not my favorite month, and I'm sorry I haven't been around much. I'm working on a little book for ya, but technical challenges have had their way with me. I didn't enjoy it either. Don't you hate that? It could be much worse, though; in fact, it'll be fine. I'll share more about Celibacy and Suburbia in the coming days and weeks. Stay tuned.

For now, I had to sample Rogue Creamery Chocolate Stout Cheese . . . for you.

Pretty label, and the cheese is a white block -- nothing fancy. It was expensive, $10.99 for 8 ounces. I splurged, because it shouted at me to make the purchase. As you can see it's made with actual chocolate stout.

How is it? Meh. I mean, it's better than those cheap zippy packed cheeses. It does taste rich and high end -- like a mix of cheddar and swiss. I could taste the stout, especially in the after taste. But what about chocolate? I ate the whole thing in search of chocolate. I couldn't taste it. So I had to run out for a hot fudge sundae. I had to. Otherwise, why bother eating all that chocolate cheese. Right? Makes sense to me.

In summary, don't buy Rogue Creamery's Chocolate Stout Cheese, unless you have a strong craving for stout cheese. In that case, spill some beer on a slice of cheddar. It's cheaper. I give the cheese a 3 on a 1-10 scale.  It's not terrible. It's just terribly mis-labeled and missing chocolate.

 

On an entirely different note, I'm so proud of my progressive, open-minded, liberal state of California. Look, we even have Trans parking spaces! Wait, maybe that means "Transportation." But isn't everything that requires a parking space, a form of transportation?

Is the world getting weirder and less logical? Maybe it's just me.

Take care, my sillies.