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If Amélie could talk, this is probably what she would be yelling at me.

She hates having her picture taken and has no problems letting you know about it, either! None of the other cats in our house has a face that's quite as expressive as hers. It's one of the things I adore about this little grey ball of fluff.

Well, more like "prepare to strike at the feather stick", since that is what this particular pose is all about.

While I'm not 100% happy with this photo due to the slight blur, it still makes me giggle at the expression on Uno's face as he yawns.

Actually, I think he was just letting out his inner kitteh pirate and didn't want it to completely show.

And sometimes, all we need is someone who loves us for exactly who we are, unconditionally.

Here at Chez Santanen, we have recently discovered the Norwegian brown cheese, geitost. I say "we'', but I really mean "I", since the boy does not care for geitost. The only other household member that is head-over-heels in love with this stuff is Amélie (Seamus doesn't count--he is a dog and he will eat anything). Every time she hears a wrapper sound, she comes running to see if I have opened the package of geitost.

Geitost is not easy to find in the US (though that can also depend on where you live). I consider myself fortunate to live in a larger metropolitan area with some decently stocked international food stores. The brand I bought, "Ekte Geitost", is made with 100% goat's milk whey, cooked with cream for a long period of time until it is this caramelised block which tastes uncannily like salted caramel with a touch of the sea (or in the words of the boyfriend--'fishy'). I'm from Louisiana. I like the sea. And I LOVE geitost. Geitost is now officially my "Most Awesome Culinary Find of 2010". Hell, it may even be my most awesome culinary find of the decade! When I say I LOVE geitost, I mean it. I love geitost more than Ethiopian food, sima, maksalaatikko, Ladurée macarons, Thai food, and any other food which makes me dance and squeal in delight. If I could marry this brown block of salted caramel goodness, believe me, I would!

And so would Amélie. But alas--polygamy is not allowed in the US so we must be content in sharing our geitost under the table. *ahem* And on the table. And in the morning. And in the afternoon. And in the evening. And underneath the moon.

Pardon me, my cheese is calling ...