I just got back from a trip to Costco, and I am sad. Not really sad, just “one of my first world luxuries is now more difficult to acquire” sad.
Costco is no longer carrying any kind of Gruyère. Not the cave-aged Emmi, which was the real stuff, or the Comte Jura fake stuff, which was so cheap I could shred it by the quarter-pound into fritattas or fondue and leave the rest of it sitting in a cheese dome on the countertop, where it would usually last almost a week before we munched it all. It was great having chunks of such tasty dairy goodness to come home to.
Sigh. The prospect of a life without ten-dollar-a-pound Gruyère is bleak and flavorless. The knowledge that Costco now sells stroopwafels is little consolation. Woe.