Sometimes Titles are Just Too Pretentious

I remember the exact moment when I tried asiago cheese for the first time.
Now, hardly a day passes without me shaving its deliciousness over a salad, or onto Triscuits, or just cutting paper thin slices and savouring them plain.

It's hard to be pessimistic about a bad peach, considering how wonderful a really good peach tastes. Even if I have several merely ok ones in a row, I can't help but expect the next one to overload my taste buds with a flavour explosion.