The Wife and the indomitable Giblet were perusing the goods at an Adirondack Cheese Company (I give you their facebook as the website seems to be on the fritz) table the other day. Adirondack Cheese had set up shop at some unknown Thruway rest-stop Farmer's Market between Monroe and Selkirk, the Wife forgot which one.
Goodwife Mrs. Dave happened to notice that they were selling various mustards along with the cheese. Knowing my inhuman mustard lust, the wife was looking over a bottle of horseradish mustard. It was then that the gentleman proprietor noticed young Giblet. He asked her her name, and my young minion responded with a hearty "hiiiiiii!!!" and gave him her award winning smile. Won over by her unbearably cute husky baby voice and her toothy grin, the wonderful man decided to bequeath upon my other half the above pictured block of cheese, gratis (no charge).
Besides the fact that my small family was touched by this act of simple human kindness, the cheese was very good. When I hear "Buffalo" flavored something, I usually expect a vaguely spicy, vinegar-y, red colored something or other. This particular cheese was aggressively spicy (I will say hot, and I am no wilting lily) with very nice cheddar flavor. I have actually, in the past, tried the very same Adirondack horseradish mustard my wife was looking at. That stuff is no joke either, think Coleman's English on steroids. I respect a company that is not afraid to clear your sinuses. Try them out.
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