What do you want me to write about?

I feel awkwardly absent of words as I have finished my cheese posts. This morning as I was searching for words to write my mind kept drawing back to the little bits of crumbly mozzarella left in the cheese drawer of my fridge. The last remaining piece of my first time making cheese. That remaining piece is so full of nostalgia and I almost don’t want to even eat it, but alas I do. Thank goodness for cheese at breakfast time.  So as I sit here looking for words to write, I ask you, what do you want to learn about? You name it, I’ll do it. You can call me your guinea pig.