Arthur kept the final wedge for himself. It tasted better than the whole thing ever had, mostly because he finally had room in his fridge for a head of lettuce.
One evening, Arthur sat on his kitchen floor, staring at the remaining forty-five pounds. He realized that a whole wheel of cheese is like a grand ambition: it’s beautiful to behold, but a lot to carry alone. buy whole cheese wheels
"The full sixty pounds?" the cheesemonger asked, her eyebrows disappearing into her hairline. She pointed to a massive, wax-sealed disc of aged Gruyère that looked more like a piece of structural masonry than food. "The full sixty," Arthur confirmed, patting his wallet. Arthur kept the final wedge for himself