Mostly a day of rest.

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Dinner, or breakfast, or midrats... was served.  The odor disappears when the dish cools.  Actually, even when reheated, the scent is nothing like that first bake.  But the scent is still alive in the tasting, somehow.

Why stinky cheese?  Many reasons.  In tradition, it had more to do with storing milk in such a manner as to avoid starvation.  Without refrigeration, canning, and other techniques, plus poor hygiene... well...  No singular cheese satisfied, not all cheeses could be stored short or long, and there was no universality... each area, perhaps each season, and by needs as well as wants, lead to various methods.  More?  With the molds initially most likely being wild, even getting the same thing from the same process was unlikely.

How many died eating a cheese that was bad, before it was understood?  How many cheeses for various lengths of use could still be found as unique?  Why eat cheeses that are seemingly foul?  I don't think I can answer the first two.  As for the final question, I can only answer for myself.  The reason to each stinky cheese is, because, if your palate is mature enough, seasoned enough, to get beyond the odor, the texture and taste is unique, complex, and refined.  More, it means you can enjoy foods that others cannot, giving you one more opportunity to survive in a world of desperate want.  None in this nation has known true hunger.  Our poor are fat.  This is so much of an anomaly to human history that...  To see it wasted on people who complain about everything.   And worse, to be one of those at times...

Being able to eat umami, in it's most complex forms, was a gift to the poor which kings learned to hold to themselves.  It meant life, even more than just survival, at times.  Only middle-weight wealthy eschew such.  In time, however, if the middle continues to demand only fresh, new, and best, they will end up falling, for the most part, and becoming the new poor.  Only a few rise to oppressive wealth in such situations.  Educate themselves beyond the will to breed, and face the consequences?  Aye.  Much has gone wrong.  The price is coming due.  I will eat my cheese, and learn umami, so as to ride out what of it I may.  Oh... I played my part.

I did see one of the most wonderful horror movies I have seen in a very long time.  Not much gore, if any really.  Not a single jump-scare, not to my way of reacting.  An H.P. Lovecraft modernization.  I have tried to like his stuff.  It usually escapes me.  It seems, too often, to be a blend of documentary of pseudo-history (the story) mixed with a first person sort of diary.  I just, while trying to read, I... *zzz*  However, in at least this movie, it fit perfectly.  And the acting was rather tight.  I really enjoyed it.  Ah, the name, The Thing at the Doorstep (free if you have amazon prime).  Pure... say... Poe like horror... only with a lot less blood, actually.  Wonderful.  I don't mind blood, in some, if it fits.  I don't need to see extremes, though if somewhat needed, then do those correctly.  Poor horror is trash.

If I am up to it, I may hit some dishes, then laundry, then a shower.  Cleaning the kitchen while dealing with dishes.  I have been staying up on the kitchen, mostly, so that won't be a huge issue.  Then, maybe, boxes.  Trash and recycling are in the bins, if those need to be taken to the curb.  Yeah.  We'll see.  Good early morning.