Thanks to Zinaid’s in depth knowledge of the area, we were privy to the South African Cheese Festival in Franschhoek, near Stellenbosch. This is one of the oldest and best established wine regions of ZA, and both the wineries and the cheeseries were well represented at the event, as well as many local eateries like the Pancake Man, who fed us breakfast. We explored the grounds for a bit, listening to the smooth jazz band (appropriate for the Cheese fest) before diving into the sturm und drang of the CHEESE EMPORIUM. The Cheese Emporium was a large tent stuffed to the gills with cheese (duh), wine, and people with little plastic forks and normal-sized glasses to eat and drink the cheese and wine. Pacing was crucial. One false move and one could have ended up drunk, or bloated, or impaled on a tiny plastic fork.
After a hearty round of poking and sipping, we adjourned to the bouncy castles to induce vomiting. No no no. Veronica and Violet really bounced in the bouncy castles while we contemplated a more (ful)filling lunch. We sequestered a table and regrouped, comparing notes of the morning, and preparing for our early escape to catch the FINAL OF THE CRICKET WORLD CUP!!!!!
We hovered around the table, with some of Zinaid’s CT homies joining us and breaking off into hunting and gathering parties of two or three at a time, in search of sausage rolls, kudu droewors, fruit, more cheese, more wine, and nougat.
After this, it was time to check out the other cheese tent, which also featured ice cream. The girls were pretty sick of watching us drink wine and poke cheese, so we spent some quality time with the producers themselves; sheep, goats, and cows.
At the duly appointed hour, it was time to rush back to CT to catch the FINAL OF THE CRICKET WORLD CUP!!!!!
I really can’t talk about what happened now…. It’s all kind of a dull painful blur. Will blog later…
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