#bestevangouda Meeting with Gouda.

I don't know if this is the story of an annoying newspaper or a post as they call it today, one or the other, actually I think this is the best way to start the anecdote that once happened. It is something special and which, dear reader, I want to share with you.

Weeks ago I had the opportunity to meet my old friends; Ale, Jack and Fred question that, we cannot do so often due to COVID-19 disease, even so, whenever it happens, it results from very pleasant moments.

I am 59 years old, some with satisfying experiences and others that were not so satisfying but did not end in drama and sadness. 59 years old, with whom I have a great time with my friends, either in a group or with one of them.

This may seem like a joke and some may think, it is a lie, but it is my reality. I attend a lot of groups of people my age, be it at work, church or soccer group and to be honest I never felt part of them. Because it is not my taste, the task that I do at work, I am not a believer in religious doctrines, and I am not a football lover, although it is very good to exercise. As I present my reasons, I find that I was not as happy as I thought. Not because of a lack of friends or because the salary was not enough, or worse because he was sick. The reason was another; I felt alone!

Before the pandemic, I attended the regional livestock fair, there I contemplated: animals, cows, food, competitions, manure and there, she was; of medium height, thin, somewhat pale, blond hair, eyes of the blue sea, also had very large boots.

She had a mobile space at the fair, to sell cheese. Yes cheeses, Mr. Reader!

I said hello. Ask for a cheese, to establish a topic to talk about, get to know it, know about it. I answer: Hi sir, gouda cheese is exquisite and very tasteful. The term gouda is for its city of origin, "Gouda from Holland".

The more she spoke, the more attracted I became.

With modest, simple expressions and with a slow voice, he explained: that for scammers and disbelievers who deny their origin, the term "Gouda Holland" is registered in the European Union as a designation of origin to protect it.

She described gouda with passion, each word or gesture was accompanied by emotion, energy, and the conviction of having the best cheese in the world. As I described him, I related his description to his features. Yes! Yes, I understand, I was comparing it to cheese.

Dear reader, still make the comparison, it seemed an exciting and graceful way to talk about it.

She continued with her presentation and I with my description.

She; gouda is a yellowish cheese.
Me; her appearance is blonde, white with pink cheeks.
She; The texture of the gouda varies depending on the time, the older it is, the harder it is.
Me; the silhouette of his body is curvilinear, with the age of the first springs.
She; As for its flavor, it has a distinctive sweet taste, with a delicious nutty taste and can be a bit spicy, depending on the age.
Me; her taste of woman, must be in the red passion of her lips, kisses flavored with obsession, mischievous kisses that calm my soul, mysterious kisses.
She; gouda is a delicacy, enjoyed alone, it is also the perfect companion at the table.
Me; your company is a mystery to which, I want to give you a prompt answer.

Going back to the meeting with my friends, when it was time for dinner, everyone was at the table. With a teaspoon I clinked my glass, attention! I simply said: brothers, get ready, you are going to meet and also, you are going to enjoy the delight of the night, a delicacy that the world savors. My words made it more interesting, provoking curiosity.

Unexpectedly, everyone's eyes turned to the exit of the corridor, an unknown silence took over the room, my friends were immutable, almost imperceptible. She appeared with the cheese tray. Immediately, Fred resorted to his seductive tricks, he asked what is this beautiful blonde's name?

Gouda!
By: Licdo Mario Barboza

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