You Can’t Cut the Cheese…
GOD! What puerile little MINDS you have! Quit that snickering THIS. INSTANT.
This is serious.
We’ll start again…
New Regulations Mean Greenmarket Vendors Can No Longer Cut Their Cheese
Jonathan White, who makes cheese at Bobolink dairy in New Jersey, recently informed his newsletter subscribers that “the NYS Department of Agriculture and Markets has suddenly decreed that cheeses can no longer be cut and wrapped at farmer’s market stands … we have no choice but to comply with the law … the cheeses will now be secreted away in paper wrappers inside coolers.” Wait, what? So vendors can’t cut cheese to order anymore? When we rang up White to get more of the story, he explained that he’s been slicing curds to order for
“22 years, and so far nobody has died.”
Thank goodness the Food Nannies got there in time, then!!
Of course, some folks are sort of pissed about the whole thing. Smacks of Nanny Statism/Don’t Fence Me In fightin’ words, you know.
Biz, Life, Nanny State, Swill Food and Grog | tree hugging sister | 
June 22, 2011 3:44 pm
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Better listen. New Jersey aint fartin’ around.
I meant New York. I suppose Jersey can still fart around.
Gaseous windbags that they are, present Garden State company except Bingley excluded.
Now I’m hungry. Well, more hungry than I was when I started reading. They make BREAD too! Hmm… wood fired bread. By the by, nice cow. Cleanest one I’ve ever seen.
Eat Mor Chikin
Just an update to the “Cry Me A River” file. Nyuk, Nyuk,Nyuk.
GREENMARKET guy, probably an AGW lefty, gets tripped by the nanny state he votes for. He makes his living selling cow byproducts and wafting huge amounts of carbon in the air making his bread. Wonder what his carbon footprint is?
As our glorious leader has said, time to get your skin in the game.
/LMAO in Tucson
We should be grateful that they don’t sell Limburger cheese. Talk about the potential for double entendres!
Sorry, the vendors can’t cut your cheese anymore. You’ll have to cut your own cheese.
More cheese please!
New York will choke to death on its own regulations.
Every time I think the bar has been lowered to the ground, they limbo beneath it. How the FUCK do these officious peabrains get off? How do they possibly have standing?