When people tell me they have a “sweet tooth,” I laugh. When these same people confess their “chocoholism” to me, I laugh even harder. It’s not that I’m an insensitive jerk or suffering from some social filter disorder, it’s that I know these sweet, innocent people really have no clue what they’re talking about. A penchant for butte...

This whole thing started with a craving for goat cheese. I’m a HUGE cheese hound (who isn’t?) and I’ll seize every opportunity I can to get my hands on some choice product. One of my favorite grocery stores has a temptingly extensive selection, including an “Under $5? bin with all sorts of nibs and nuggets of ambrosial cheeses. While I love...