Blue Cheese on Toast

Posted 09.24.03

It was not a true blue blue cheese, if you know what I mean. Not 'Un fromage bleu' with all the associated pedigree that causes one to speak with a French accent like Charles Boyer. It was, however, a mottled blue on a creamy white base and it was also organic by Arla.

When the bread popped out of the toaster, dark brown on one side and light brown on the other, I began to delicately spread the creamy mixture over the hardening mahogany surface. It was then that I noticed the Taj Mahal.

From somewhere in the past, I recalled that 'The Taj', as it is known to the locals in Agra where it is located, was built to praise the memory of the wife of one of the rulers of India. However, I was not aware that it is liberally sprinkled with semi-precious stones. Nor was I aware that it stands on a marble base 100 metres square, which itself stands on a sandstone base.

Mumtaz Mahal must indeed be proud, wherever she is, of this monument to her memory which took nearly twenty years to build at an estimated cost (in today's dollars) of $16 billion dollars. Her husband, Shah Jahan, nearly drove the country into bankruptcy when he built it.

Ah, the toast and cheese is delicious - and washed down with a mouthful of the home-mixed coffee.

I was curious as to why the women stripped down to the bare essentials, as it said in the heading. As it turned out, it is possible, for the meagre sum of $363.72, to enjoy, not blue cheese on toast and coffee, but blackflies and coffee - in the depths of the woods in Northern Ontario.

The operation, called Wildwomen, offers a week of wilderness travel and camping. Sounds like a great idea to get the city out of your mind and the reverse is also true.

In fact, as I consider it, the upsurge in the Canadian economy may well be due to the number of women who take advantage of this trip every year. It seems that the economy in Canada will outperform the other G8 countries over the next two years. That is truly good news.

It is also good news that, even if the women find themselves up the creek, they know that they will have paddles to get themselves out of trouble. And the leaves are not yet out on the tree.

As I look out the window, I can almost hear the leaves pushing against the walls of the bud casings holding them in place, furled up, waiting for their time. "All together now! PPUUSSHHH! Now harder! Harder!" They will probably spring into view over the next couple of days as the sun continues to beat down and heat up our little corner of the world.

Until I felt the heat of the sun's rays, I was considering going out to the balcony and introducing myself to the chair and table that sit there, awaiting company. On reflection, though, I guess my conscience will gnaw at me if I do. Next time, let's hope for some overcast.

So, I am now churched and fed and I even took my turn this morning reading at the service. There is a lot of information in a couple of slices of toast with blue cheese.

Robert Gervais is a marketer in Calgary, Alberta.

Copyright © 2003 Robert Gervais/Log Cabin Chronicles/09.03