Almost peeing my pants

Well, OK, I never really get THAT excited about stuff anymore, but I'm quite delighted that I finally found my pecorino cheese.

I say "mine" because I so greedily ate every scrap I could get when I was in Florence. We all did. It was the most delicious cheese I've ever eaten, that rustic, sheeps' milk table cheese. Sometimes on bread with fig jam, sometimes with grapes or oranges, sometimes just alone, but guaranteed, when there was some in the house, we were fighting over the last slice.

I found an Italian imports store in Medford, Mass., that has it, with the same label I remember. I've tried to find it everywhere, including at a cheese store in Boston, but with no luck.

Finally, four years later, I will be able to taste it again.

I'm having some people over on Sunday night, and if they are very, very lucky, maybe I will let them have some.

Just a taste.