Listen. Brie is not a diva. It’s not going to throw a tantrum if you serve it on a paper plate or forget the fancy Italian crackers. It’s cheese. It came from a cow. It wants to be eaten.
If someone says, “Oh, I don’t eat the rind,” just smile and hand them a spoon for the inside. If they eat the whole thing, rind and all, high-five them. There are no rules in cheese heaven, only happy tummies.
So plop that wheel on a board, surround it with grapes and baguette slices, and pour yourself a glass of something crisp. You are the host with the most. And that brie? It’s about to make some memories.
