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On a beautiful afternoon in Maine there’s nothing I’d rather do than be surrounded by cheese.

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So we headed north to Pittsfield to attend the annual cheese festival.

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Upon entry… and paying the ridiculous fee of $27 per person…we each received a map and a bag.

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The bag was a clever idea. It was insulated and contained a freezer pack, a cold bottle of water and free cheese.

Let the shopping begin!

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And the tasting.

It’s all about the tasting…

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I’m not sure we sampled $54 worth, the pieces were small…. but there were some fantastic varieties.

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Cow!

Or rather, calf.

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This stall was by far the most popular. Every time we walked by the line was insane.

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My husband is not a fan of standing in line.

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After making our way through the cheese, I spotted a beer garden. Upon entry we were carded, given wrist bands to prove we were over 21 and I paid the ridiculous price of $14 for a few tickets.

I say ridiculous because the sample pour cups were like shot glasses.

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That’s $3.50 worth of blueberry ale right there.

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The cups were so small you can hardly see my husbands.

Boo to that.

And btw? The beer garden contained one brewer who had two beers. The rest was hard cider and wine. Talk about false advertising.

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The setting was pretty, right alongside a river.

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And since we had tried everything else, we decided to brave the line for the Fuzzy Udder before we left.

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15 minutes and we’d moved less than an inch.

Needless to say we gave up and called it a day.

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The cheesy goodness that came home with us.

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