Uhrm... no.

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Limburger.  Just no.  I actually was able to eat some of it.  It actually tasted okay, mostly.  A strange cheese, as a new mushroom, takes time.  The texture wasn't too off.  But the smell?  My heavens.  Oh my heavens.  I've washed my hands three times, taken the trash out with everything involved.  It's all I can smell.  Only more so on the fingers which touched the stuff near my face, or disturb the air, they smell worse... worser?  No, definitely worserest!

Other than the smell, I could do the cheese.  It isn't my favorite, not worth the bother... currently.  But I'd like to try it again.  Someday.  Why?  Believe it or else it is part of what kings do.  Real ones.  Delusional you say?  As you wish.  Perhaps somewhere I could just obtain a small portion, cleaned of it's rind.  No fainting or head rush, just... no.

The salami I am into is fantastic.  The usual spices, though with fennel.  It has serious umami, if not near the Limburger.  A touch of the scent of death.  That is umami.  There is much deeper... seven or more years of salt preserved fish, among others.  I am a novice to umami, if exceptional for a Westerner.  I'll keep working on it.

It is nearing bedtime.  Medicine, an hour or two, then down.  Ah, paid my mortgage.  My phone... either already paid it or it hasn't come due yet.  Ugh.  Confusing world for those so close to death.  Good night.  I'll keep you in my prayers, even if only as an enemy.  Everybody gets at least a moment.