For over a decade I have wanted a cheese basket. It seems to me the epitome of something you give to someone who has everything. It means you made it. This Christmas my sister gave me one. In my haste to start the voyage to Colorado I left without it, disappointing my sister. So I'm driving across the country sulking about disappointing yet another of the people that matter most to me.
I do plan to drive back to Sheboygan to get it in a week or two. I'm not about to abandon that much good cheese.