Today I went to the medieval market (they're only here for one more day till they pack up their ancient things and go to their next stop). While I was wandering by myself, a man behind a booth offered me a sliver of cheese. He said it won the award for being the best cheese in Spain. I tasted it, and asked if this was from goat's milk. He said yes. I said that I thought it tasted very strong. He did not agree. If I wanted sharp cheese, he said, then I should try sheep cheese. He started opening up the wax paper that contained such a cheese, but I said no thank-you, and walked away. Cheese selling-man, I wish we could have continued our conversation about cheese because I think the topic's very interesting. But I was afraid that I'd accidentally hurt your feelings by not liking your cheese. You see, my favorite cheese is so un-cheesy that it almost tastes like thick cream. It's not very tart nor very sharp. And I'm such a cheese novice that I don't even know what my favorite cheese is called; I just tasted it atop a salad once. So I'm sorry I hastily ended our conversation but it was for the best.
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