Zingerman's

Man, when it rains it pours, and I'm not talking of the dismal rain we in SoFla are experiencing today.

Ron, my Fluffy Stuffin' colleague, has posted a rebuttal piece on Zingerman's market to my Fresh Market travellogue, similar to Internet Ronin's post below.

As he puts it, as inimitably as ever:

Zing's is not an airport hanger of a market, but rather a small corner, which, over time, has become an every bigger corner. They also go to great pains to makes some of their own goods in a bakery, a creamery, a coffee roaster...hell, they probably make zeppelins somewhere in town!

God, the cheeses, the cheeses, I think I'm in lust.

Of all the views Ron provides of the inside of Zing's, this rather intimate shot, is my favourite. I can feel my tongue running through those flavourful blue veins, right now.





Beaujolais Blue? I want some now!