Flirting with religion

When we were on our holidays I ate a lot of blue cheese, not all at once of course, but a little after dinner every night. I'm not a massive cheese fan but strangely enough I like to suck on a small piece of blue cheese, although I never normally buy it. When I went to the supermarket I thought I'd get myself a little bit so I cruised the cheese aisle.

Something, obviously divine intervention, led me to a 125g of sheer heaven and now I will always worship at the temple of Saint Agur.