I’m not kidding. This is what I want to do.
Not the journalism part. The goatherding and cheesemaking part.
Seriously, seriously, seriously.
Maybe not Vermont. It’s cold there. Pretty. Cold. So’s New Hampster. But again, pretty. Collegiate. Cosmopolitan in fits and starts. Hmmmmmm.
As I posted last month, Peanut has already put in a request to be a cheesemaker. Our tour at the Pt. Reyes creamery is set for later this month. After devouring their website and a wheel of Cowgirl Creamery’s Mt. Tam brie, he is concerned that his brown shoes won’t fit when he’s big, and since he’s already picked them as his cheesemaking shoes, he’s in a quandry. Or was, for, like five minutes. Then he decided that if I would buy him red boots and a pink scooter when he’s big, that all his problems are solved.
Sure. And 75 acres of forested farmland, buddy.
Peanut’s list, at three years and two months, of things he would like to be when he’s big, has not changed a whit since three years and one month. So I think this is really it. I’m looking into colleges. And since he wanted some that need college and some that don’t, and he unwittingly stumbled upon the perfectly balanced list (in his order, verbatim, except for the lack of k/g and r sounds):
Worker Who Drives Big Trucks
Tea Maker (“at one hotel because people don’t have their teapots with them at hotel”)
I told him I would totally come visit every day at work if he were a cheese maker. And I would. I also think that’s the best freaking job I’ve ever heard, and one of only six I haven’t tried.
Yet. ‘Cuz he needs to apprentice in the family cheesemaking business before going to some Continental cheese college on scholarship, right? Right. Gotta go get a sheep, goat, and cow. And we have to move to Pt. Reyes to learn from the Cowgirl Creamery folks.
Does Cowgirl Creamery offer an internship for three year olds? Is there a cheesemaking magnet school nearby? Formaggio Kitchen scholarship? CheeseBoard preschool?