Just the other day I was thinking about a show I used to watch as a teenager. The host went to the house of someone famous in the middle of the night, ringing their doorbell. When a sleepy head appeared out of the window, most of the time not looking amused, he´d hold up a sign that said WCIWYUFITMOTN: What Can I Wake You Up For In The Middle Of The Night? Some people’d say "to drive a Ferrari" or something and then that was what they’d do, in the middle of the night.

It made me wonder. Waking me up in the middle of the night is normally not a good idea. I like my sleep. I need it too. There are people who only need a couple of hours a night, but I´m not one of them. Oh no. Me not sleeping enough means a cranky me. Unreasonable too. Not very pleasant, I can assure you.

But I managed to come up with a thing or two that I wouldn’t mind waking up for in the wee small hours of the morning. Well, not as much as I normally would anyway. One of them is cheese. That’s right, cheese. What can I say? I think the guy (or gal) who invented cheese all those years ago deserved a medal. Possibly even a Nobel Prize.

Open my fridge at any given moment and you’ll find at least 4 different varieties. Right now there’s 6: some mozzarella, a big wedge of creamy brie, 2 chunks of tasty Parmesan, a smaller chunk of wonderful pecorino, about 1,5 kg of Dutch Gouda cheese and some lovely goat’s cheese. And there’s cheese fondue as well. Granted, not as tasty as home made cheese fondue, but very handy anyway. I’m crazy about cheese, but there’s one thing even better than that: melted cheese. Cheese fondue, raclette or just melting cheese under the grill, I love it all. I’ve never had it in the middle of the night though, but I’m thinking that if I have to wake up, then there’d better be cheese!

To satisfy my curiousity: WCIWYUFITMOTN?

* Blessed are the cheesemakers is the title of a book by Sara-Kate Lynch that I thoroughly enjoyed.