At Easter dinner last night with my cousin Bill’s (ham, scalloped potatoes, brussel sprouts, raspberry rhubarb pie, shiraz), they suggested we head to Tofino, and, while that sounds really excellent, I wanted to get a second opinion from Bloglandia. Oh, and blue cheese, we also had blue cheese and pâté as an appetizer. Man, I never really like blue cheese but I thought maybe my taste buds had matured or changed or something, so I tried another little morsel last night. It’s a good thing they were out of the room checking on the ham, because I looked like I’d just been French kissed by a goat. The taste of blue cheese reminds me very strongly of the taste of old paint, the taste you get in your mouth when you’re doing renovations to an abandoned building. It makes me wish I was wearing a particle filter mask.