Åsa's Ost

Åsas ost låg länge i rum timmar som tickade utan kylens brum. Doften bar tvekan, smaken likaså, …

Åsa's cheese lay in the room for a long time hours ticking by without the hum of the fridge. The smell carried doubt, the taste too, an uncertain bite, hard to trust. But the cheese wasn't the worst thing here, it was the meeting with the person who owned it there. A cold reception, a sharp tone, unprofessional, unpleasant, completely without firmness. Food can hesitate, it happens sometimes, but respect should always be at hand. Here it wasn't there, neither whole nor cheese, and it's harder to digest than something fermented for mail.

ÅSAS Julost är godare än någon julost jag någonsin smakat.tidigare !