Queijo São Jorge

I am saddened to hear and read about Queijo São Jorge is losing its original taste; it saddens me because my mother’s side of the family were the ones that had invented this cheese back in the late 1700s. This is what happens when allowing greedy business owners take over what once belonged to you and your family.

The island of São Jorge is famous for its 74 fajãs; the island is given the nickname “The Island of the Fajãs”, due to its famous 74 fajãs; the island is also famous for its cheese, which the name of its cheese is called Queijo São Jorge, sometimes called as Queijo da São Jorge. The Portuguese word “de” is often incorrectly spoken and written in place of the Portuguese word “da” by those who are unfamiliar with the Portuguese language.

For quite sometime, my mother’s family were the only people in the Azores and in the world to have made this cheese. When my mother’s family immigrated to various places of the beautiful Azores and to various places in California, United States of America, they brought the recipe with them and introduced the cheese to many people and had taught them how to make the cheese.

Queijo São Jorge was only sold in the Azores for quite sometime before being sold in Madeira, in the Portuguese Republic, and in various parts of the world where there are Portuguese communities.

Queijo São Jorge was then sold in non-Portuguese communities from various parts of the world after it had finally received worldwide attention, all thanks to my mother’s family, their friends, and Azorean immigrates for helping it to receive worldwide attention.

Queijo São Jorge used to be made in the traditional farmhouses of the beautiful Azores before the cheese factories took over; it can last for over approximately 120 days, believe it or not, or approximately up to 1 to 3 years, believe it or not, but it must be kept in a enormous fridge, which I call it as a special enormous fridge, for approximately a few months in low minus degree Celsius temperatures in order for it to last that long.

After those few months pass, Queijo São Jorge is taken out of the enormous special fridge and is skinned by the farmers and employees and then put back in the enormous special fridge where it will stay for another few months. This routine is repeated for a few times until Queijo São Jorge becomes too old to be eating.

There are two types of Queijo São Jorge you readers should know of. There is a spicy Queijo São Jorge and a non-spicy Queijo São Jorge.

The spicy Queijo São Jorge is the real deal; it is originally from the island of São Jorge, or from the state of California, and it can last longer than the non-spicy Queijo São Jorge and most other cheeses that exist in this world, possibly all of the cheeses that exist in this world.

The non-spicy Queijo São Jorge is not the real deal; it is not originally from the island São Jorge, or from the state of California, and it does not last as long as the spicy Queijo São Jorge, but it can last a bit longer than most other cheeses that exist in this world, possibly all of the cheeses that exist in this world. You readers will most likely find the non-spicy Queijo São Jorge in non-Portuguese communities from around the world, due to the grocery store owners may not be too familiar with the difference between the spicy Queijo São Jorge, or due to it being too expensive to have it shipped, or due to ripping off their shoppers to make money.

Please note readers on 3 things:

1.  I often advice people it is best that they chew strong gum, or to chew a lot of it, or to brush their teeth after eating Queijo São Jorge.
2. I also often advice people to not eat Queijo São Jorge before they go to bed, regardless if they brush their teeth, because their breath will stink more than the average morning breath. Mind you readers, their breath will stink a lot more if they go to bed without brushing their teeth after eating it, of course, but it is still best that they do not eat it before going to bed.
3. I also often advice people that the spicy Queijo São Jorge will most likely make them shite a lot and make their arse feel itchy.

Those are the 3 things I would like you readers to note on.

Now I wonder and worry what will happen to my mother’s families’ cheese and what the future will hold for it. If there will even be a future on what was once my mother’s families’ cheese. Mind you readers, I still, and always will, consider it my mother’s families’ cheese. After all, they were the ones who had invented the cheese.

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Seducing Me in Front of Him and Many Other People

There are those who can spot things and people from a mile away. I am one of those people. I am pretty sure you readers are just like me and those people.

Two mornings ago, after paying a visit to my taekwondo Master and the morning before I admitted to you readers that I have an obsession with older women, I went to a Portuguese café to buy a plastic bag. I noticed from a mile away a great looking young Pork Chop lady with a great pair of legs sitting inside there as I was walking on my way there. She was with two men, who one looked to me to be her husband or boyfriend; the other man looked to me to be a friend.

When I walked inside, I noticed there was a big line-up and also noticed that her great pair of legs were better looking than when I had first noticed them from outside the window. She was wearing what looked to me a short dress; it was one of those short dresses that look like shirts; I decided to turn around to stare at her legs for one last time, since the line-up was not moving.

When I turned around, I noticed she had been staring at me before I turned around to stare at her legs. She smiled at me; her smile excited me a bit, unsurprisingly. I smiled at her back, of course. She then made a quick stare at husband, or boyfriend, and turned back around to stare at me by licking her lips around her tongue whilst staring at me! I am serious, readers! She really, really did this! Now, I was getting excited, unsurprisingly, as she was doing this; I kept looking at the man she was with as I was unsure her if he was her husband or boyfriend and if he was going to notice her seducing me in front of him and many other people. Now readers, I do not know if any of you will believe what you will about to read on next paragraph. I would like all of you to know that what you are about to read is an honest truth.

She continued seducing me by putting her right index finger on her right thigh and had slowly, but gradually, moved her index finger up to her short dress to show me her upper thigh. I am serious, readers! This is the honest truth! She then stopped to going back to smiling and licking her lips at me. Now her seducing me was turning me on, unsurprisingly, but I was kind of worried if the man she was with was going to notice or not her seducing me. He was too focused on the conversation he was having with his friend, but I kept staring at him in case he notices her seducing me; she was unworried of him noticing her seducing me. I guess her seducing me could be a sign she possibly seduces many other men often right in front of her man since he possibly never notices her seducing men. She stopped seducing me after staring at the line-up; I turned and noticed it was my turn to be served.

After I bought the plastic bag, I stared at her as I was walking outside from the Portuguese café and noticed her staring at me from the corner of her right eye until I got outside and noticed from inside she smiled and fully stared at me for one last time until we were unable to see each other.

I have been seduced before; I just never have been seduced like that in front of lots of people where many could see the seducing, especially in front of somebody that could be their boyfriend or husband. Mind you readers, I cannot fully confirm if anyone noticed and if the man she was her husband or boyfriend. That could likely be the last time I will ever experience anything like that out in public again!

Wow! What an unforgettable short turn on adventure I experienced!

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I Have an Obsession with Older Women

Some of you readers know me well, but only a few of you know me really well to know that that I have an obsession with older women. For those of you readers that did not know I have this obsession, you all now know I have this obsession; I would like you readers to know that I do not have an obsession with older women in or close to their retirement, or in their late 50s, but I do have obsession with women over the age of 30-years-old to their mid 50s, mostly at 50-years-old than in their mid 50s. I would rather date older women than women my age or a bit younger than me; I would actually date women my age or a bit younger if the opportunity came, really, albeit I prefer dating older women.

My obsession with older women began when I was 4-years-old, all thanks to my sister’s female mates, or friends, or girlfriends, or however you readers want to call it; it was not until I was 8-years-old I had more of an obsession with older women, all thanks to my female teachers that were in their late 20s to their late 30s. There is a good chance you readers probably find it hard to believe I have been having this obsession at such a young age. If so, please note readers that I really have had this obsession since that age.

When I was visiting my taekwondo Master yesterday morning, a Portuguese woman, who I have not seen since February of this year at Pork Chop Mall, officially known as Dufferin Mall, walked into my taekwondo Master’s office. I consider this Portuguese woman a great looking woman with a great looking body; I am not the only one who thinks this, that is for sure, because she often gets stared at, or even hollered and howled at, by men whenever they see her walking out in public; she does not even wear any revealing wardrobe that would grab the attention of many men; she just happens to be a great looking woman that can grab the attention of many men whilst wearing non-revealing wardrobe. This is how great looking she is, readers. Most of those men, possibly all of them, who have stared and hollered and howled at her, for sure do not know that she is actually 45-years-old and that she is married with three kids. Yep, 45-years-old and married with three kids.

I have known this great looking woman since the year 2000; I only began talking to her in they year 2003two of her three kids when became my classmates at my taekwondo Master’s taekwondo class; she is not only a great looking lady; she is also a nice and funny one, along with an interesting personality, who gets along with everyone and who everyone gets along with. She and I used to joke around with one another and mock people whenever they walked by us, or were not looking around. She was a nice friend; we lost touch when my taekwondo Master closed his business. I would have gone as far as making a move on her if she was single with no kids, regardless of her age, but she would probably not go along with it. I would have not bothered making a move on her if she was a single mother, because it would make me feel uncomfortable.

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Taekwondo Master

This past morning, I paid a visit to my erstwhile taekwondo Master; I had not seen him since the Christmas holidays. Whenever a taekwondo classmate of mine forgot his or her coloured belt, or his or her entire taekwondo uniform, my erstwhile taekwondo Master would say these exact words:

“Do you forget to breath?”

The student would answer by saying these exact words:

“No.”

My erstwhile taekwondo Master would then reply back by saying these exact words:

“Then, that is no excuse to forget your belt.”

Or this:

“Then, that is no excuse to forget your uniform.”

Oh, how I miss taekwondo. Oh, how I miss it very, very much. Oh so, so, very, very much.

99 percent of the students were Pork Chops, 98 percent if you readers include three brothers who were half Pork Chops and half Wops, or Pork Wops. In better sense, 98 percent of the students were Portuguese, 2 percent were half Portuguese and half Italian, Canadians, European Jews, Israeli Jews, Italians, and Middle Easterners, or Persians, or Arabs, or however you readers want to call them. Those other 2 percent of students were mostly absent, due to travel distances to get to my taekwondo class. The Italians showed up to class more than the other 2 percent of students, but not as often as my fellow Pork Chops and I. My Pork Chops and I were all one big happy family; I miss taekwondo because of that and of other reasons, which I will explain those other reasons starting on my next paragraph.

We would often play football for 45 minutes before class began, due to us all being football fanatics, due to football being in our Portuguese blood, and due to helping boost our energy. We would never get tired from our taekwondo training after playing football, believe it or not.

My classmates and I often performed on stage in front of Portuguese crowds during Portuguese festivals. My classmates and I would jump high and long and break boards; I would sometimes break four boards by breaking them with two boards together, but I mostly broke four boards with one board each; I would break one of four boards with my hands and feet, just like I sometimes did with two boards at once.

My classmates and I learned how to defend ourselves and others, of course, and also learned how to use weapons, especially nunchaku, commonly called as nunchucks, or even as chucks, sometimes known as chain sticks. The nunchaku was a really great weapon to learn and use. It was, and still is, my most favourite weapon.

I once participated in a taekwondo tournament that my taekwondo class held; I drew in 3rd place with a taekwondo classmate of mine; we both had to share the 3rd place podium together; he kicked me out of the podium, in a joking kind of way, as the photographer took a picture of us and the 2nd and 1st place finishers. The photographer had to retake the picture because of me being kicked out of the podium.

I ended my taekwondo career in the red belt level, just two belts away from me being in a black belt level; I was close to going for my black stripe exam; I never got a chance to go for the exam, sadly, because my taekwondo Master had to close the business. The closer of the business was for personal reasons; it had nothing to do with money issues, like what the rumours suggested by most people; it had to do with sex, lies, and audiotape! I am only kidding; I hope I got you readers there; it had to do with jealously, politics, and my taekwondo Master being Madeiran.

I never joined another taekwondo club ever since my taekwondo Master closed his business; it is not the same; it is like having a parent replacing another parent after the original parent had died, or had gone through a divorce, or like as if owning a new car after the original one had gone into a big car accident, or had stopped running because of old age. I will only join another taekwondo club if my taekwondo Master ever decides to open another one; I will join with him, of course.

I asked my taekwondo Master this past morning if he was to ever open another one. He answered me that he would like to, but at the same time he does not want to.

For those of you readers that know me well, you all know that I get mad and nervous very easily and quickly. Taekwondo had helped me fight off my heating and issue moments pure 100 percent.

Before my taekwondo career began, my parents and sister had a hard time on handling my heating and issue moments.

During my taekwondo career, it helped cool me down by fighting off my heating and issue moments pure 100 percent.

Now that my taekwondo career has ended, possibly for good, I am, once again, back to my heating and issue moments, oi, not good, not good at all. Albeit I am back to my heating and issue moments, I am glad to write that they are not as heating and issue moments like before I took taekwondo, believe it or not.

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Seducing Me in Front of Him and Many Other People

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Unexplainable Moments

All day yesterday and the day before yesterday, I was going through unexplainable moments where I felt like I was not myself; it felt like to me I was somebody else living another part of the world, a fantasy world, albeit I was still me and still living in this world. I sometimes go through those unexplainable moments; I had people talking to me; I would just look at them like as if they were speaking to me another language other than English or Portuguese, or I would be too focused on something else other than them. I do not know why I went through those unexplainable moments. I am actually glad to have gone through those unexplainable moments, because it gave me an idea to turn my unexplainable moments into a fictional fantasy story. It will not involve any action, or adventure, or romance, or even lions, tigers, and bears, oh my, and sex, oh no! Actually, more like oh yes! I am only kidding about the lions, tigers, and bears, and sex. Okay, it will involve sex. I am only kidding; I will just base the story on my unexplainable moments, nothing more and nothing less.

I do not know if any of you Blogspot friends have ever gone through those unexplainable moments. Maybe, maybe not.

Pork Chop 4 Life! <:o)

My Trip to the Beautiful Azores

Today marks exactly one year  I came back home from my trip to the beautiful Azores. Wow, how time flies!

I will upload photos of my trip to the beautiful Azores soon on my blog and on my Facebook profile.

The reason I will upload them now instead of when I had come back from the beautiful Azores is because I did not have the time to do so and I also wanted to find the right time to do so.

Pork Chop 4 Life! <:o)