Around new years, we acquired a cheese. We thought it was brie, which we both like. It has been living in our fridge and we sort of forgot about it, but last night I thought I'd bake it with some berries and we would eat it. I opened the package, and thought, wow this doesn't smell like any brie I know. But it had been a while, so I thought maybe I just didn't know what brie smelled like. I decided to cut off the rind in case that would make it smell not quite so strong. It didn't. I had already made the berry sauce, so I decided to bake it in case that would make it seem more appetizing. After I put it in the oven, I went upstairs to take care of Lydia. After a while, I noticed a smell. The cheese, which had a repulsive odor before, smelled 50 times worse and had permeated the entire house. I honestly thought that maybe if a skunk had gotten into the house, it wouldn't smell quite so bad as that cheese. Peter was brave enough to try one bite, and then we threw it away, and baked a chocolate cake to try to replace the odor with something more appetizing.
Turns out that we did not have a brie, but a camembert. As you can see from the picture, they look about the same. If you ever have the misfortune to have a camembert in your house, I suggest that you throw it away. Whatever you do, DON'T bake it. Unless you happen to love stinky cheese. :)
