By Perry Manti
You know you’re becoming a true caseophile when . . .
. . . on your next vacation to London, you plan on ditching your wife at the British Museum while you check Neal’s Yard Dairy.
. . . your Grade Four students are more familiar with Avonlea Cheddar than with Anne of Green Gables.
. . . your students can’t find Istanbul on a map, but they know exactly where Epoisses comes from.
. . . at staff meetings, your teaching colleagues are far more interested in the cheese boards you bring than what the Principal has to say.
. . . if given a choice between a kilogram of Beaufort and a date with Halle Barry, you’d definitely go for the cheese.
. . . for you, the true meaning of Christmas involves Vacherin Mont d’Or.
. . . on Christmas morning, your spouse has to explain to you that buttons of Crottin de Chavignol do not make good stocking stuffers.
. . . the screen saver on your computer is a picture of a cheese cart.
. . . you realize that 90% of the time, the person working behind the cheese counter knows less about cheese than you do.
. . . you suffered serious emotional trauma when Fifth Town shut down production.
Perry Manti, a teacher by profession, was in the first graduating class of the Professional Fromager program at George Brown College in Toronto. His first humorous essay on the meaning of being a caseophile appeared on CheeseLover.ca last week.